Will be done in random order and random amounts (such as, some pages might have 5 drabbles and some may only have 1). They are drabbles and are all independent of each other. Some may have Chris/Wesker as enemies, some may have them as lovers, and some may have them as friends. All copyrights go to Capcom for Resident Evil and its characters; I just do this for fun.
Muses: Anything and everything. If there is a specific one for a specific story, I'll letcha know.
Ratings: Anywhere from T to M, depending on the drabble.
Please review, for it makes me happy. In my pants.
Without further ado
37. Eyes
Chris used to spend ridiculous amounts of time and energy trying to remove the tall blonds' sunglasses. Wesker, for the most part, batted his subordinates grasping hands away from his face with an indignant scowl.
Sometimes, and only sometimes, he would allow it (only when they were alone and even then it wasn't a sure thing) with a silent watchfulness and Chris would get to stare into the most blue, most intelligent eyes he had ever seen.
Eventually Chris would stop with his trying-to-remove-the-sunglasses obsession, but that was years later when his (ex-Captain's)(ex-lover's) eyes glowed red from T-Virus and he simply didn't need to remove the glasses to see their glow.
10. Breathe Again
Wesker sat beside Redfield's hospital bed every night for a week, sleeping (more often than not decked out in his uniform, having come straight from work) in those uncomfortable chairs that make actual sleep impossible, hoping beyond hope that the rookie would be okay.
When the hostage situation had taken a turn for the worse, Chris had done a stupid thing: he had exchanged himself for the young girl being held hostage. It had worked, for the most part, because the little girl got to go home to her mother in one piece.
The same could not be said for the rookie.
In the end Redfield had been shot twice, beaten with a bat, and generally broken to the point where he had stopped breathing.
Wesker was the first on the scene when the perpetrator fled and was the one responsible for giving Redfield the CPR that made him breathe again until he could be loaded into the ambulance and rushed to the hospital.
"Captain ?" a strained voice cut through the dim room. It was the middle of the night but Wesker shot right awake at the faint sound.
" I'm here, Chris," he replied, standing-resisting the urge to jump up by mere centimeters of self-control-slowly and walking to the edge of the bed. Redfield's eyes were half lidded and glassy from medication and exhaustion but focused on the man standing beside his bed easily enough.
"Did we get the guy? Is is the girl safe?" he asked, making Wesker pause for a moment.
" Yes. We got him. Everyone is safe," Although the blond was not known for being particularly sappy or clich , he could admit to himself (and to himself only) that his insides did a flip at the smile that Chris favored him with, making his face handsome despite the bandages and bruises. " Get some rest," Wesker muttered after a few moments, watching the rookie's eyes shut slowly and his breathing even out as the medication once again took him under.
Wesker stood by the bed for a long while, wondering if Chris would remember the pause in his reply when he had been asked if the man had been found. He doubted it. Even if he did remember, he would simply tell him what he had told everyone else: that he had chased the man after making sure he was safe and loaded in the ambulance, and when he caught up to him and the man refused to surrender, he was forced to shoot.
No one had to know the truth, the truth that the man had willingly put his guns down and was ready to turn himself in but Wesker shot anyway. All that mattered to him was that Chris could breathe again.
8. Innocence
Wesker had loved that first night with Chris as much as all the nights following, but that very first time they learned each others bodies for the first time was something special. Chris was young but had accepted Wesker's advances so willingly that the blond assumed there was some experience there.
He had been wrong.
They had gone from work to his place and barely made it through the door before Chris had him pinned to the nearest wall. The blond wasn't arguing, not one bit, but when the minutes starting ticking by and there was no progression he decided he would take the dominant role and get the evening started.
Chris had hesitated, only for a second, but no more.
It wasn't until Wesker was between Redfield's thighs, lying on top of him in his bed, both of them sweating and panting, and he was about to penetrate Chris for the first time did he realize.
"Will will it hurt?" Chris had asked, trying to hide his nervousness by asking the first thing that came to his head and officially not hiding his nervousness at all, shocking the blond into stillness right as the head of his cock was prodding at his entrance.
"You've never done this before," Wesker said, and it wasn't a question. It came out flatly. Chris shook his head. "You've never been the bottom?" Wesker tried again, trying to get his mind around it.
"I've never been with a man."
There was some more silence as Wesker, even with all his intelligence working for him, simply couldn't figure out how to respond. Given he was hard as a rock and his cock was about a half an inch from being enveloped by that sweet warm embrace (he's a virgin oh my god), so maybe it's not so surprising.
"Wesker?" Chris panted out his name and the blond felt a hot shiver go down his spine.
"I'm I'm sorry, Chris. I didn't know. We don't don't have to do this " he tried pulling away but Chris wrapped one strong leg around his waist and he couldn't.
"I didn't say I didn't want to. I trust you I was just wondering."
He trusts me?
For a few more moments there was silence, Chris laying his head back while panting and watching as Wesker just stared at him intensely. Finally, the blond leaned down and pressed a kiss to Chris's temple.
"It won't hurt. I'll make it good for you."
What Wesker had really wanted to say was thank you, but that seemed a line for a hooker. Not someone like Chris. Not for someone who trusted him, even though that had been the reason he wanted to say thank you in the first place.
Soon, however, all those thoughts were forgotten as logic ceased to exist and the only thing that mattered was the sweet gasp of his name on the others lips as he took his innocence. The funny thing was that when Chris lost his, Wesker felt as if he had gained some of his back.