Shower

"So wait Ada was a clone?" Chris asked Leon confused.

Chris and Leon were sitting in a bar. It was the night after the reinstatement of Chris' at the BSAA. He had decided to stay after Piers' incredible sacrifice, to honor him.

"Well technically a B.O.W., she just looked like Ada." Leon answers. "So it never really was Ada Wong who wronged you Chris. I just wanted you to know."

Chris shakes his head. "Just so I don't kill her the next time she appears?" He sighs and takes a sip of his whisky.

They share a short silence.

"How can you love someone that's just so wrong for you, Leon?" Chris asks confused.

Leon grins at Chris. He takes a sip of his Pornstar Cocktail.

"I don't know how or why, Chris." Leon answers and he looks up at Chris, straight into his sapphire eyes, cheesy like only Leon could. "I only know I do."

X

Wesker saw Chris study the statue of justice. The adolescent seemed fathomed by the symbolic beauty.

Wesker couldn't stand it. It stood for a misconceived concept of balance and order. To Wesker, most if not all humans were savage creatures incapable of exceeding their pathetic human forms. Or at least more often than not.

"Come Redfield, locker room is upstairs. There should be a shirt for you." Wesker told Chris. His voice snapped Chris out of his fascination.

"Oh, yes sir." The young brunette replied and he followed Wesker past the dripping windows. It had started raining outside again.

Wesker couldn't help but catch Redfield looking at him in a funny way. He felt a weird tension hanging in the air. An orphan, who happened to be physically perfect. This Redfield boy would suffice perfectly for one of Birkins experiments downstairs. Though he did feel something else going on. Something he couldn't exactly put his finger on.

X

Dirt was circling the air. The helicopter which caused it had a Blue Umbrella logo on it, slowly landing on the BSAA helipad to pick up Chris. Even though this new 'Umbrella' had miraculously been deemed trustworthy by federal investigators, its supposed good nature still sent a chill down Chris' spine. Probably because only he knew Wesker lead this new organization and everything that blond man touched had something sinister about it.

Yet, Chris of all people knew Wesker also had a human side to him. A side he always wished would take over, even when he seemed too far gone. He did love him after all. Nothing could change that. What he could change was whether he'd act on that love.

One thing he had done was to keep knowledge about Wesker's involvement with Blue Umbrella from the FBI.

Once the helicopter landed, a mercenary in full gear stepped out. He went up to Chris.

"Good to see you again, buddy." the mercenary said and he took off his helmet, showing his short silver hair and piercing silver eyes. Hunk glanced shortly at Claire who was standing behind Chris. Even she couldn't help but blush a little. It kinda offended her.

Chris couldn't help but smile at Hunk as the man went in to hug Chris.

"So you changed your mind about us, huh?" Hunk grinned after leaving their embrace.

Chris sighed. "I just know that we both want a certaincompany gone."

The brunette took a deep breath and followed Hunk towards the helicopter.

"Don't forget to Skype me tonight!" Claire shouted.

"Wouldn't miss it for a B.O.W." Chris replied with a reassuring smile and he soon turned into his cold professional stupor as the helicopter lifted off and headed for Blue Umbrella's public operational facility.

X

Chris looked at Albert as the blond pulled out a key to open his locker. The key didn't match to Albert's frustration Chris saw.

"Wrong key?" Chris asks politely, trying to make some conversation. It did seem a bit strange to him that Albert would just invite him in like this. In strange situations Chris hated the silence, so he would always try to say something, would a silence take too long.

Albert sighed. "It was, before they changed the locks. Mr. Burton likes to play jokes on me from time to time." Albert turns around and looks at a grinning Chris. "They're not funny." Albert adds slightly annoyed.

Chris' grin disappears and he blushes. Looking at Albert directly, Chris couldn't help but look down at the blondes skin tight T-shirt. It was also definitely the bulge in Mr. Wesker's pants that his eyes lingered to.

"What are you looking at?" Albert asks.

Chris tenses and quickly looks around the room... "Oh I am, uh-" and his eyes fall on a folded towel. "I wanted to take a shower." Chris blurts out.

Albert sees Chris look at the towel. He eyes down Chris curiously. He takes the towel and hands it to Chris and points further into the back of the locker room.

"Showers are over there." The blond says and he looks at Chris, daringly.

Chris stutters at his glance. He realized that he had just made everything worse. Now he had to undress and shower, NAKED, with this man in the same room. Everything was made a lot worse once Chris felt his pants feeling quite tight because of a massive boner.

"Thanks, sir." Chris quickly walked to the showers, found a stall and entered it, ceiling the door shut. He took off his shoes, socks, pants and underpants and threw them over the stall into the locker room. He quickly turned on the shower to fill the awkward silence with the sound of streaming water.

He exhaled. Finally able to think clearly again. He must've looked strange, he thought. Undressing in the shower: who even does that? Thinking about it made Chris blush again. He focused his ears on Albert and heard a door close.

He must've left.

Trying to shower, even though he didn't really meant to do it, Chris couldn't take his mind off of the blond. Such a beautiful man. So elegant and yet dominant. So well defined and scary. Chris' erection became even harder. He stared at his own penis for a moment, nervous. His right hand slowly but surely grasped itself around it and he started to jerk off. Slowly and steadily.

He thought of Albert. His blond hairs, his well-defined arms, his strong voice and then his green eyes.

Chris moaned softly into the flowing water.

He imagined the blond man sitting in a chair, calling Chris over to his desk.

He would obey and the blond would let him sit on his lap facing him, feeling his big, defined body underneath.

He would slowly start riding against him, crotch against crotch, taking in that strong scent of his.

'You miss your daddy don't you?' Albert whispered softly. Chris nodded. He seemed vulnerable.

Albert stopped Chris' riding and moved his hand into the brunettes boxers and started to stroke his erection.

'You're safe with me.' Albert said calmingly. With his free hand he zipped open his own pants, letting his big member dangle out.

Chris' eyes went wide open. It was beautiful for a penis. Just as welldefined and irresistible as the blond himself. Chris couldn't help but take a closer look. He left Albert's lap and went on his knees. He took the blonds big pride into his mouth and started sucking on it. Chris looked at Albert and wanted to see if he was doing right by him. He felt safe in those green eyes and lustful at the same time.

He feels Alberts member jerk as it shoots cum into his mouth. Chris swallows obediently. Albert looks at Chris with a satisfied smile. He pulls Chris closer, gently. 'Thank me.' he suggested.

'Thank you, Albert.' Chris replied. Albert grinned. 'Call me Wesker, Chris.'

"Wesker..." Chris moaned and he came. In three jerks he spilled his seamen onto the shower walls. He sighs relieved and also ashamed. It wasn't okay to think this way about a police officer and definitely not okay to masturbate in their showers. But damn was it hot.

What Albert had said to him in his fantasy though... Why would he bring up his dad? Strange fantasy. Albert seemed so different from most people he dreamed about...

Slowing coming back to his senses,C grabs the shower head to wash himself off and spray off any seamen he spilled.

But just when he opens the shower stall he turns red like a tomato when he sees Wesker standing there, leaning with his back against the wall. He was shirtless, wearing black leather gloves and looking at Chris intensely.

Right in front of him.