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A loud beep from one of the many blaring monitor screens in Wesker's control room alerted the mastermind to something very interesting indeed.
It appeared that one of Wesker's satellites had managed to locate a certain someone on board an infected ship named the 'Queen Zenobia' located somewhere in the Mediterranean ocean. The certain someone that the facial recognition scanner identified was:
'Chris Redfield.'
Sex: Male
•Nationality: American
•Age: 32
•Blood Type: O
•Height: 185cm
•Weight: 98kg
•Eye Colour: Brown
•Hair Colour: Brown
•Heart Rate: 51bpm
•Condition: Fine
Wesker stared at the man on screen, he doubted that this man was Chris for two reasons, one being that this man was very muscular (when Chris had been anything but muscular when Wesker had seen him last on Rockford Island) and two, the man was wearing something very provocative. A tight white sailor's outfit with too short shorts and too tight shirt that perfectly sculpted the man's muscular body.
There was no way in hell Chris would wear something like that!
Still, the readings said it was him. But Wesker couldn't tell whether it was actually his long lost significant other or if the readings were wrong. In the end, he decided that there was only one way he'd truly know and so he decided to hack into the Zenobia's speaker system before pulling over the microphone on his desk.
Clearing his throat, Wesker spoke into the microphone, all the while thinking to himself. 'I'll do this subtly. If it is Chris, he'll recognize my voice.'
~
Chris was halfway through searching another passenger cabin for infected to clear out when the ship's speaker made one hell of a screeching sound like nails on a chalkboard. Reflexively, Chris' hands clamped over his ears and his eyes screwed shut until the noise subsided, being replaced by another noise instead.
A voice.
'WARNING. WARNING. A FUEL LEAK HAS BEEN DETECTED IN THE ENGINE ROOM.'
"What?" Asked Chris, looking up at the speakers like he'd get a reply. Needless to say, he was completely puzzled and confused by the monotonous male voice that certainly wasn't the automated warning voice despite it trying to act like it.
The voice spoke again, sounding blank and robotic. But it clearly wasn't robotic... because robots don't breathe before they speak.
'WARNING. WARNING. A FUEL LEAK HAS BEEN DETECTED IN THE ENGINE ROOM.'
Folding his arms, Chris frowned at the speaker. Something wasn't right here. There was definitely something suspicious going on. He could feel it in his gut.
'WARNING. WARNING. A FUEL LEAK HAS BEEN DETECTED IN THE ENGINE ROOM.'
That's when it struck Chris like lightning.
He'd heard that voice before... From a shades wearing boyfriend of his...
It seriously couldn't be him!? Could it?
'That's impossible,' Thought the brunet, still staring at the speakers as he waited for the voice again. 'Why would he be here? Does he want a sample of T-Abyss? Or does he want to finish off our interrupted 'chat' from Rockford?' The last thought made his face flush a bit. He'll never forget how shocked poor Claire looked when she found her big brother pinned to the icy hangar wall by Wesker, who was passionately making out with him...
'WARNING. WARNING. A FUEL LEAK HAS BEEN DETECTED IN THE ENGINE ROOM.'
The plain voice brought Chris out of his embarrassing recollection and his thoughts got back on track. 'Yeah. There's no doubt about it. That's his voice. I think he's toying with me.' Inhaling and exhaling, Chris stepped closer to the speaker and called up. "Wesker, you can drop the act. I know it's you. And I know you can hear and see me."
Another earsplitting screech burst from the speakers, followed by a familiar laugh.
"So it really is you. My, my. How much you've changed in seven years."
Chris could feel Wesker's smile after those words, and he himself began to smile, shooting back a light-hearted. "Miss me?"
Another laugh. "Do you even have to ask?"
The warmth in the statement made Chris' heart flutter. Of course, Wesker missed him. And in turn, Chris missed him. Both often thought about the other when really they shouldn't because Wesker was 'the villain' and Chris was 'the hero'.
The pair certainly had a extremely complicated relationship, a secret one filled with tender moments halfway through violent fights or loving words whispered in high-speed chases.
"Wesker, where are you?"
"I'm, unfortunately, miles away from you. I'm only managing to speak with you like this because I hacked the speaker system of this vessel and I can see you because I've got one of my eyes in the sky on you that picked you up a minute ago. I honestly didn't believe that it was you when it identified you, because you look different. So much... bigger."
"Yeah." Chris grinned, glancing at his left arm as he flexed it. "I decided to bulk up a bit at the gym to help me in my fight against B.O.Ws."
"You've bulked up more than just 'a bit'." A chuckle escaped Wesker, and he didn't even try to hide his want, shamelessly stating. "When next we meet, show me just how much stronger you've gotten. Don't hold back on me, either. Be ruthless, hit me with everything you have. Absolutely everything, Chris. I want to feel all of your newfound power."
Looking back up at the speaker, Chris replied, "Oh don't worry, Al, I had no intention of holding back and that's a promise."
"Good." Wesker sounded beyond pleased at that promise which he knew his lover would keep. "Now tell me, what's with that delightful outfit of yours?"
Embarrassment washed over the brunet and he managed to force himself to say in defeat. "Long story short, I lost a drunken bet and now I'm stuck in this goddamn ridiculous look for a day-"
"Ridiculous? No. You look positively alluring, dearheart." Wesker corrected him affectionately. Then his voice lowered, becoming seductive once again. "If I was there with you in that cozy little cabin room, I'd lock the door behind us, making sure that nobody could disturb us and then? I'd give you such a thorough look over."
Much to Wesker's surprise, Chris replied with a flirty, "I hope you'd want to do more than just look." It was rare for Chris to be flirtatious. Only rarely letting that side out when he was either really tired or intoxicated.
"Oh, you know I'd do so much more than just look at you. Especially with that perfectly made bed right there in that room." Wesker's eyes lingered on the aforementioned bed, then a devilish idea popped into his head. "Why don't you strike a pose for me on that bed, sailor~"
Chris knew what he was up too, and in all honesty he didn't mind if Wesker wanted to take a photo of him dressed like that, if anything, Chris was pleased that he liked his outfit and hadn't laughed at him like everyone else had, even his best friend Jill had laughed.
With a smirk, Chris sat himself down at the bottom of the bed and placed his hands behind him on the white blanket. Then, he crossed his legs, one other the other, in a deliberately slow movement as he leaned back on his hands and tilted his head to the side with a playful smirk. "How's this?"
A satisfied hum escaped Wesker, and be pressed a button on one of his keyboards that made the satellite snap a pic of his lover, "It's pushing all the right buttons, dear~"
"Enough to keep you warm at night?"
"Not as warm as your physical presence could make me."
It had meant to sound seductive, but it came off sounding sad to both Chris and Wesker himself. The longing words drew out a small smile from the younger of the two, who sighed and flopped back on the bed. "Our paths will cross, eventually."
"It's inevitable that they will because our fates are forever intertwined." Agreed Wesker before he pulled his phone out and had the photo he'd taken of Chris sent to the device in his hand. With a few taps on the phone screen, the photo of Chris was set as his wallpaper. Gazing at it fondly, Wesker ran a finger over the photo, feeling a shiver as he began to imagine how Chris would feel. "I truly can't wait until our next encounter, my love. I do hope you'll be wearing that when we meet."
Now it was Chris' turn to be surprised. The affectionate pet name 'my love' was only ever used by Wesker when he was talking serious... It stirred a warm feeling within his heart.
Chris wanted to continue conversing with Wesker, maybe even going as far as to do some more interesting poses to please him, but his mission at hand returned to mind and, as always, for Chris, duty came first. Sitting up, Chris spoke a miserable, "I best be off now. I've got a job to do."
"Don't you always?" Disappointment at having their talk cut short was clear to hear in his voice.
"Yeah. It looks that way."
Wesker raised his hand, placing his finger on a button to cut the feed. But before he did, he whispered a loving, "goodbye. For now."
"See you around. Hopefully."
Then, there was silence as the two went their separate ways again.