summary: On the eve of betrayal, Wesker finds himself distracted by his lover Chris Redfield.
Warm summer air breezed through the open windows of the Police Station. The wind blew some of the papers that were perfectly sorted on Wesker's desk up just ever so slightly while the heavy paperweight didn't allow them to actually budge out of place.
He couldn't afford to slip up in any way or waste his time fixing unnecessary and uncalculated mistakes, not when the highlight of his plan was this close, the betrayal of his own team.
The blonde was so focused on his papers and the plans that he had thought out thoroughly over the course of his time as captain of the Alpha Team that he almost didn't hear the door creaking opened gently, no knocks beforehand. He sighed a little to hide the tiny smirk that dared to almost appear on his lips. Chris.
“Come in,” he said in the same cold tone he used to speak to everyone. He really never let himself slip, not even in front of someone like Chris. “I, however, can't believe I still have to remind you of basic manners like knocking, Chris.”
But even if it wasn't the knocking that gave him away it certainly would’ve been the slightly unpleasant smell of tobacco that filled the room as soon as Chris opened that door. Still displeased with the disrespect the brunette man showed up with, Wesker shook his head a little before finally looking up to see the man he expected to see.
“Sorry” he simply muttered. It wasn't a real apology, his tone gave that much away, and both of them knew that he’d never learn to knock.. not on Wesker’s door at least. Nonetheless, Wesker still nodded, acknowledging the fake apology.
Chris closed the door behind him before fully stepping into the room. His eyes darted to his right, making sure the blinds didn't allow anyone to see anything. “I just wanted to ask if you’d be up for dinner tonight. At my place. I can cook one of the fancy meals you like,” Chris spoke with a little smile on his face as he rubbed his neck with his right hand, a nervous tick he could never seem to let go of.
“You smoked,” Wesker simply commented, avoiding the question in what he believed to be a skilled manner as he scrunched his nose up just a little, never allowing himself to express himself too much with his facial expressions.
“I won't at dinner, promise.” Chris replied, trying to steer the conversation back to his offer. Wesker was amazing at avoiding things he didn't want to talk about or express his opinion on, and Chris knew that better than anyone. If anyone knew they were closer than what both of them led on, they'd ask how Chris even got this close to the cold-hearted man in the first place, and in all honesty, he didn't know. It was cliché to say “it just happened,” but with the both if them, it truly just did, like the universe drew both of them together.
Wesker looked at the man standing in front if his desk, almost unrecognizable from the man he saw out in the field. Instead of the man that confidently took up space and didn't take shit from anyone, he saw a nervous one with a little blush on his face that he wouldn't admit to if Wesker called him out on it.
Albert fixed his glasses and steered his gaze down to his paperwork again. “I’ll be there at 8,” he replied coldly and waved his hand to dismiss Chris, not wanting to distract himself with the personal relationship he has built here at RPD. His mind was focused on umbrella, even if his heart calked him towards his lover.
Wesker shouldn't care about anyone but himself, anyone but his own ideologies, and he didn't. He wouldn't, because that means slipping up, and he couldn't. Not when his true intentions would soon be revealed to his team, not when his betrayal was this close, and he couldn't let a feeble man like Chris get in the way if things. Wesker thought, but it was never entirely true. Not when it came to Chris.
What they had was something deeper than rivalry and sharper than the hatred they half faked out on the field. He cared for Chris in the only way he still could, in the only way he'd allow himself, guarded with his true feelings buried deep into his subconscious. Maybe he even loved him, as much as someone like Wesker was still capable of loving.
But in this world, Wesker didn’t see himself as human anymore. Whatever part of him could have reached for something real, something good, was long buried beneath what others had destined him to become and what he chose to turn himself into.
Maybe, in another life, one where neither of them had been shaped into weapons so young, they could have been something else. Something simple. Something like family, the kind neither of them ever truly had.
But that world would never exist for them. Not after tomorrow evening.
Their paths were too fixed, their beliefs too deeply rooted. Neither of them would bend, not even for something like love. Not even for someone they love. They were too alike for that too proud, too certain, too unwilling to become anything other than what they had decided they were.
So, for as long as they were trapped in their positions in this city neither of them could truly call home, they shall remain what they were destined to be.
I feel like there isn't enough flustered/smitten Wesker content.
I DON'T CARE THAT WOULD BE OOC, I wanna see this man embarrassed, shook up and in an absolute emotional mess after Chris tries flirting with him.
He might act cool around others, but alone in his office leaning over his desk, head in hands he's SHAKING from all the emotions and wonders how come his pointman has such a strong effect on him.
I adore smitten Chris like everyone else, but imaging Wesker, usually cold, calculated and rigid getting absolutely flustered over the smallest things sounds soooo precious to me
Bottom Chris is actually so delicious like .. you can get this big fucking hunk of a man to get his guard down by getting him on his back , a dick up his ass , a hand on his cock and another on his neck pushing him down and he's squirming and happy . And then he can flip you over like he's flipping some fucking pancakes and ride you so hard into the mattress you hear the springs shift with all the weight and he's just basking in all the pleasure on top and taking and taking what's his . Um anyways good morning
At this point, I think it's safe to say this isn't just a Chrisker story for me. It's a study of how one person can affect another, and how it's always a double-edged sword.
I'm going to be frank: I still have no idea where I'm going with the final plot. But be sure - I’m still shamelessly using original plots and canon elements in my tangled timelines, simply because… I can.
