Time Heals Everything Pt. I

"Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying..."
Not Ready To Make Nice by Dixie Chicks

Warnings: MxM Smut! You have all been warned.

Another madman had come only a year after Wesker had been defeated in Africa. But this time the B.S.A.A. was ill prepared for this psycho. This time the B.S.A.A. had lost to the psycho. And now the world was being overrun by monsters.

Chris was stumbling down a dirt road after a particularly nasty B.O.W. had attacked him and left a large gash in his side. Smoke could be seen drifting up in the sky behind him as another town was destroyed. He didn't look back though. Chris just forced himself to keep walking forwards with a hand pressing against the wound in his abdomen. Blood was already saturating the left side of his shirt, and he suspected it wouldn't be long before he died from the amount of blood he was losing.

The rustling of leaves to his right immediately stopped him in his tracks. Lifting the gun in his right hand, Chris aimed at the trees on his right. He stayed stock-still, holding his breath, praying that it wasn't a licker. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only seconds in reality, out of the trees came a squirrel. The squirrel chittered at Chris before darting across the road into the brush on the other side.

A breath of relief escaped his lips as he dropped his hand to his side. Brown eyes glanced warily to the right and the left before taking a step forwards. His legs shook for a moment under his weight, and then Chris collapsed on the ground. He groaned as he tried to push himself back onto his feet, but his body refused to listen. Clutching his side, Chris stared up at the sky above him. Watching as smoke slowly consumed the darkening sky. His hand felt slick and warm from the blood pouring from the gash on his side.

It appeared that this would be what finally killed Chris Redfield. Well Chris had suspected he would die in such a way, well maybe not exactly this way but it was close enough. The hilarious part of this was that he had lived through all those fights with Wesker, but he was going to die from some B.O.W. that in comparison shouldn't have even been an issue for him. Ironic, wasn't it?

The crunching of gravel brought his attention back to his surroundings. Slightly turning his head in the direction he had been heading, Chris waited to see what would come along and finish him off. Maybe it was a licker. Or perhaps it was a hunter. Then again it could be just a regular zombie, which he would rather shoot than let take a bite of him. Coming back to life after he'd died definitely didn't have any appeal to him whatsoever. Gripping his nine-oh-nine handgun, Chris raised his arm to shot at whatever appeared on the road.

The first thing he saw was the beginnings of a car's headlights in the distance. What was someone doing out driving in the middle of the apocalypse? Narrowing his eyes in confusion, Chris watched the car grow closer in mere seconds. Whoever this person was they were definitely way over the speed limit. Chris could only watch as the car drew dangerously close to running him over. Guess it was better than a B.O.W. finding him. Just when he thought he was going to be run over and become road kill, the car pulled to an abrupt stop. The car had stopped a good a couple feet away from his body.

With his heart thundering in his chest, Chris watched in morbid curiosity as the driver's side door opened. His eyes narrowed as he tried to see who had gotten out of the car, but the headlights prevented him from being able to see who it was. All he could make out was a tall, black shadow standing just outside the ring of light provided by the headlights.

"Well aren't you a sorry sight," drawled a familiar voice, "Christopher."

Chris' tired brain tried to figure out why this man's voice was so familiar to him. It took him a couple minutes for it to click why this man was so familiar to him.

"Wes-Wesker," Chris gasped, before promptly fainting from blood lose and shock.

Wesker snorted. "Typical."

He moved forwards into the light and stooped down beside Chris. Crouching before the unconscious man, he took in the pitiful sight that greeted his eyes. His arch nemesis, Chris Redfield, lay before him bleeding to death on this dirt road that lead to nowhere with no help in sight. It was too good to be true. If Wesker didn't know any better he'd swear he was dreaming. He could just kill the man before him right at this second and never have to deal with him again. And there were so many ways he could do that. He could snap the brunette's neck, rip his heart out, smash his skull into the ground, or get back in his car and run Chris over.

As he sat there mulling over these tempting options, an old nostalgic feeling bubbled up within him. The feeling came from a time that Wesker hated to remember. And he refused to remember those times that Chris found so dear. Well then again he didn't really remember much of his time from when he'd been the captain of STARS. He could vaguely remember bits about that time, but nothing worth interest as far as he was concerned. The only reason Wesker really remembered Chris was because of his memories of his time in Africa. Those memories were the only ones that didn't have any missing piece to them, but after those things started to get a little hazy. Well it's not like he could expect to walk away from that volcano without any kind of damage, it was just a bit of an inconvenience sometimes.

But even with a good portion of his memories missing, he still had dreams of the brunette before him. Sometimes the dreams were erotic and other times Chris was there taking care of him. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about what Chris used to mean to him. Cat-like eyes glanced down at the wound that was seeping blood through the already crimson stained shirt. He had to make his decision now about what he planned on doing with Chris now, or else the brunette would die of blood lose.

In the end that nostalgic feeling combined with his curiosity won. Wesker exhaled deeply as he picked up Chris' unconscious body. The feel of blood through his gloves was a feeling that Wesker was quite acquainted with. With quick, sure steps Wesker walked around to the passenger side door. Wesker opened the door and set Chris in the passenger seat, before heading around the car the driver's side. He slid into the driver's seat and glanced at his bleeding passenger. So much for the interior of my car, Wesker thought as he eyed the gash in the brunette's abdomen. Turning his gaze back to the road, Wesker shifted gears and sped off down the road going as fast as his Bugatti Veyron Super Speed could go.

...

Chris groaned as he opened his eyes, blinking his eyes to try and focus them. Once his eyes focused the first thing Chris noticed was white. Furrowing his brow, Chris sat up and gasped as his side throbbed in pain. His hand immediately clutched his left side and he felt the puckering, roughness of stitches there. Brown eyes immediately latched onto the sight of his stitched up wound. It was slightly pink from irritation because of Chris' sudden movements.

Chris leaned back against the headboard and looked around the room he was in. The room had an airy, empty sort of feel because of all the white and lack of anything personal to it. White, gauzy curtains covered floor to ceiling windows giving the room a look people normally would associate with the kind of rooms that would be found in a fancy beach house.

Chris pushed himself away from the headboard and started to get off the bed, when a young man walked into the room. The first thing Chris noticed about the young man was his startling light pink hair. It took Chris a few moments to get past the young man's unusual hair to see that his mocha colored eyes had pupils that were slit like a cat's. Immediately Wesker came to mind and Chris tensed up.

"You shouldn't be moving about," the young man chastised, moving forwards with what appeared to be gaze in his hands.

Chris got off the bed as quick as possible with his fists clenched, prepared to attack the younger man if he needed to. "Stay away from me," he growled.

The young man stopped, cocking his head to the side as if listening to something. After a moment a sigh escaped the younger's lips and mocha colored eyes locked on to deeper brown eyes. Chris tensed, preparing for the younger to attack but was taken by surprise when he vanished from sight.

"I would prefer if we did this the easy way," a voice commented from behind Chris, "but I can see that that won't be the case here."

Chris started to turn around, just as he felt his feet being swept from under him. He landed on his back hard enough for his breath to be knocked out of him. Chris automatically gasped for air, as the younger walked around his body and stooped to pick him up off the floor. He clenched his fists and swung as the younger was about to pick him up. His fist connected with the pink haired man's cheek, slightly snapping the younger's head to the side. Mocha colored eyes were wide with surprise as he placed a hand against his bright pink cheek and lightly bleeding bottom lip. The split in the pink haired man's bottom lip instantly healed.

"The actually stung," he mumbled, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. "That was rude."

Chris stared at the younger incredulously. What was wrong with this guy? Chris moved to punch the younger again, but found he was unable to when he was flipped onto his stomach and his arms were pinned behind his back. Above him heard the younger man cluck his tongue in annoyance.

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be, Chris."

Brown eyes widened in surprise. How did this guy know his name? Just as he was about to ask how the younger man knew his name, another voice he was all too familiar with interrupted the two.

"What is going on in here?"

Chris turned his head to see Wesker standing in the doorway in a black Armani suit and his usual black sunglasses. Wesker looked like he had never set foot inside a volcano or had two rocket launchers shot at his face.

"Good afternoon, Albert," the young man pinning him to the floor greeted cheerily.

Chris took the moment that younger was distracted to snap his head back and head-butt him. He was immediately released as they younger reeled back, clutching his bleeding nose. Chris scrambled to his feet and placed his back against the wall, fists raised in anticipation of the next attack.

"I see your being as difficult as always and causing Reese unneeded trouble," Wesker commented, stepping into the room.

One minute Wesker was by the door and the next he was right in front of Chris, punching the brunette in the stomach. Chris gaged as acid from his stomach traveled up his throat and threatened to make him puke right then. He immediately forced back down as he coughed and gasped for air, clutching his stomach. Wesker picked up Chris and threw him over his shoulder, walking back over to the bed before dropping the brunette down on the mattress. A moan escaped Chris lips as he curled into a ball, his stomach threatening to get rid of everything in it, which was nothing but stomach acid.

Wesker stepped back from the bed and gestured for Reese to move closer. "You should be able to finish your job with ease now."

Reese immediately appeared beside Chris with gauze and medical tape in his hands. With Wesker's help Reese was able to bandage up Chris' wound faster than Chris had thought was possible. Chris feebly glared at the pair as they walked out of the room, with Reese reprimanding Wesker for nearly breaking open Chris' stitches. Once the pair was gone, Chris slowly forced his body to get off the bed. Chris kept an arm curled around his abdomen as he stumbled to one of the windows lining the walls of the room.

He peered out the window to see a barricade surrounding the house he was in, keeping the B.O.W.s out. Chris placed his forehead against the cool glass, closing his eyes. He couldn't believe he had messed up so bad. That he'd let this happen to the world. Guilt washed over him and gnawed away at his insides.

Chris stood there leaning against the window, self-hatred slowly consuming his thoughts, when he heard the door to his room open. He turned his head to see Wesker in the doorway. The blond stood there simply watching him as Chris openly stared back at him, curiosity pushing itself to the forefront of his mind. Why had Wesker saved him? Why hadn't he killed Chris on the spot? Or left him there to die on his own? Or for some monster to tear him apart? What was going through Wesker's mind? Well wasn't that the award winning question.

"You can jump out the window if you wish, but I doubt its high enough to be life threatening," Wesker commented casually after a moment, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. "But I could always assist you if you wish."

"What do you want, Wesker?"

Wesker smirked. "Just offering to lend a helping hand to your demise."

Chris gave Wesker a flat look, before changing the topic. "Who's Reese?"

"That is none of your business, Christopher," Wesker replied, his voice like ice. "You're here for me to enact my revenge on you nothing else. That's all you need to know."

With that Wesker left the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Chris cringed; even though Wesker hadn't slammed the door the message had been clear. He was to remain in this room at all times and keep his nose out of Wesker's business. Well then again when had Chris ever really listened to Wesker anyways? Chris turned his gaze back to the window looking at the sunset coloring the sky.

His stomach rumbled, catching Chris' attention and reminding him that he was hungry. He frowned, glancing down at his bare chest. Chris decided he'd wait till later to eat. His body was sore and tired, and he was more than willing to give into its demands for sleep. Chris turned and headed back to the bed, he would dwell on everything later. He quickly curled up under the blankets, closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift into unconsciousness.

...

Chris sat on his bed, staring at Wesker's back as the blonde stood in the open window with a slight breeze rustling the curtains. The glow of the moon was the only light illuminating the room. Chris watched Wesker's contently; he didn't feel that need to tense in preparation for incoming attacks like he usually did. He felt relaxed…no, he felt safe here in Wesker's presence.

"Christopher, Christopher," Wesker started, keeping his face pointed away from Chris. "Did you really think by stopping me that you'd rid the world of this from occur? It was bound to happen one day. You were just trying to prevent the inevitable."

"Do you really need to bring this up now?" Chris snapped, not wanting to think about how all he'd done had been for nothing.

Wesker turned his head towards Chris, giving the brunette a glimpse of the reddish-orange eyes that were hid behind those black shades. His face was blank, giving away nothing of what he was thinking. Chris wished he knew what went on in the blonde's head.

"I may be able to forgive you, but I will never forget what you've done," Chris stated. "So for right now I'd like to not have to think about all that."

Wesker's lips curved into a devious smirk. "Then how would you like to spend our time?"

"I can think of a few ways," Chris responded, grinning.

Wesker vanished from sight for a few seconds before reappearing in front of Chris. A gloved hand pressed against Chris' sternum, pushing Chris to lay back on the bed with his legs dangling off the side. Brown eyes watched as Wesker peeled off the bandage covering his wound. Gloved fingers lightly traced over the wound, careful not irritate it.

"You're growing careless, Christopher," Wesker reprimanded.

Chris ignored what Wesker said, hooking a leg around the blonde's waist. One of Wesker's hands rested beside Chris' head, while one of his legs rested on the bed. Soft, butterfly kisses started from Chris' wound and slowly traveled up Chris' chest. Wesker's lips were cool against Chris' overheated skin, causing the brunette to shiver from the temperature difference. A gloved hand found one of Chris' nipples and flicked the little bud a couple times before rolling it between his fingers. Wesker's mouth found his other nipple. His teeth grazed over the top of it followed by his tongue flicking the bud a few times. Finally his mouth closed over the bud, sucking on it. Chris' breath hitched and he lightly arched his back.

Wesker's hand left Chris' nipple and skimmed down the brunette's tan chest and came to rest at the brunette's crouch. Slim fingers traced over Chris' erection, wringing a moan out of the brunette's mouth. Wesker smirked around his nipple before lifting his head to look Chris in the eyes.

"Excited, aren't we?" Wesker teased.

Chris panted, reaching up and threading his fingers through Wesker's blonde hair. In the glow of the moon, Chris couldn't believe how much Wesker looked like an evil angel that had come to whisk him away. He dragged Wesker's head down towards his, already anticipating the feel of Wesker's lips against his own.

Their lips were millimeters apart, when Chris awoke. He groaned as he realized that it'd all been a dream. Chris covered his face with a pillow. He couldn't believe he'd had another dream about Wesker. Or that he always woke up when they were about to kiss. His erection throbbed at the thought of Wesker and another groan left his lips. He pressed a hand against his straining erection, wondering why it happened every time. Every goddamn time.

A/N: Alright, what do you guys think? I know its been awhile since I last posted anything, and I'm truly sorry for that. I blame writers block. I'm currently working on the request from littlemissmolly and another from ASDHJKL. So I promise to get around to everyone's request, but as we all know I am a horrible procrastinator. If anybody is wondering what Reese looks like, he's my profile picture. But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!