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“Your stance is off Redfield,”
Wesker’s nasally accent made Chris roll his eyes. He looked down at his feet to see his right shoe was slightly off of the red marks of the shooting range floor.
“Oh come on Captain, it's not even a huge placement, it's not like my feet are stuck together or something,” Chris sighed, loosening his posture to turn to stare at Wesker.
Said captain raised an eyebrow at Chris’ mouthing, his usual stiff face was hardly readable. It didn’t help that those damn sunglasses always covered his eyes.
“Are you getting mouthy with me Christopher? This same misplacement is why you’re being held after hours. If you wish to leave you may but I will have to pull you out tomorrow again if this ‘slight’ mistake repeats itself,”
The older man scolded, crossing his arms. Chris couldn’t help but watch as the toned muscle of Wesker’s forearm flexed due to the motion.
“Right, sorry cap’,” Chris grunted, normally he would be more respectful however he actually had plans with Jill that were now probably going to be canceled. Spending extra time with Wesker was also just, not the thing Chris would want to do with his time that day.
Sure he respected the man but at the same time his superior was basically an enigma. Chris didn’t even know if the man ate or slept like a person.
Wesker spent all of their lunch breaks in his office. He hardly left his office. Chris might've even thought that the man was napping all shift but considering Wesker’s general vibe he was probably just working. Jill and him had joked that Wesker was actually a vampire, of course only within range of their desks but at this point Chris might start believing such a joke.
The brunette snorted in amusement at the thought of Wesker trying to suck his blood.
“Something amusing you Redfield?” Wesker commented dryly. The man was basically unreadable, unless you were Chris you just couldn’t tell by the tone of his voice. Well sort of, Chris just had a chart he had made up in his mind about Wesker’s ‘range’, most of which was the same tone over and over assigned to different human emotions.
“No sir,” He quickly snapped out of his train of thoughts, what Wesker had said earlier was true no matter how much Chris disliked it. Wesker would keep making Chris practice until he would get his stance right. So he made sure to place his feet exactly on the red lines.
It wasn’t until he could feel the pure heat radiating off the other that Chris had realized that Wesker had come up to him. He jumped, how the hell did Chris not hear him walking up?
“You’re tense Chris, perhaps I expected too much of you of late? These should be standard mistakes that you have corrected long ago. Considering I picked you as one of my men for a reason, Redfield.”
Chris held his breath, shivering from the way Wesker’s warm breath barely touched his ear lobe.
There was a heavy pause before he spoke again.
“Is there something on your mind?”
The brunette found himself at a loss for words. Lucky for Chris, Wesker made no room for such concerns. It was like Wesker’s body heat was conducting to Chris, the warmth of his palm palpable through Wesker’s black leather gloves.
Or maybe the heat fluttering in his stomach was a spark of its own. He really tried to relax his pose but Wesker’s guiding touches hardly helped. Strong fingers grabbed lightly on Chris’ arm, bending his elbow to a more lax position.
Wesker’s boot nudged Chris’ own shoe, motioning for him to tilt his stance a little more. Which Chris obeyed, not sure if he should tell Wesker that he doesn’t need to get this close. Though, it's really not that big of a deal. As if hearing Chris’s non-verbal concerns the heat beside Chris was gone.
“Go on,”
The brunette didn’t even bother to try to look in Wesker’s direction, wanting to get this over with. Chris raised up the handgun, looking through the sight before taking his shots. He smiled at the sight of the bullet holes scattered in the head zone of the target.
Of course this wasn’t much of a surprise since he arguably had the best aim aside from Wesker on Alpha team. Wesker only nodded, Chris knew he wasn’t going to get praised so easily. Especially since he had just done what was expected of him in the first place.
Chris cheered internally, putting his handgun back into its holster on his hip. The brunette followed the blonde out of the shooting range.
“Captain,” He began, picking up his pace to catch up to Wesker’s walking speed. Wesker continued his walking but turned his head to face Chris.
“Yes?”
“I respect you and all sir, but that wasn’t really practice. I mean…if you wanted to hang out all you had to do was ask,” He wanted to look over at his captain as he said this to read his expression but he couldn't. Chris averted his gaze briefly. He managed to keep his tone calm but his mouth got dry as he said this. There was a pause before Wesker spoke.
“I hold no desire for such a thing. I only have your best interests in mind when I pull you aside to correct a mistake. No matter how mild you believe it is.” Wesker’s tone was sharper, turning his face away from Chris. Bingo. Chris grinned, had he flustered the other? No way.
“Sure thing Captain,” The brunette chuckled.
Wesker said nothing, but he didn’t walk faster so Chris counted that as a victory. The two walked in a somewhat comfortable silence until they reached the door of the S.T.A.R.S. Main office. Chris let Wesker go in front of him, the older didn’t bother holding the door for Chris but it’s not like he expected the other to do that.
“Oh and Redfield?” Wesker had paused outside of his own personal office’s door. Chris continued walking to his desk to get his truck keys.
“Finish that report on the drug bust that you were supposed to turn in to me last week , by tomorrow,” The older reminded Chris with a slight irritation in his tone. With that Chris’ distaste for doing paperwork sunk into him. “Yes Cap’,” He sighed.
Chris heard Wesker’s door shut and went back to looking for his keys through the cluttered stack of unfinished paperwork on his desk. He COULD take those papers home and finish them but Chris didn’t like the idea of working overtime.
It didn’t help that all the letters always hugged each other so tightly, sometimes it just looked like scribbles to him. Like they were all gibberish hand drawn by a five year old. This was unless he actually took the time to look at each word closely and slowly.
His handwriting wasn’t exactly the most legible either. Sometimes Joseph and Brad sometimes joked about how Wesker must’ve been some sort of translator robot since he was the only one that successfully could read Chris’s reports. It bothered him a little but Chris couldn’t find it to tell them to stop.
This lack of efficiency in language was probably the main reason that Chris disliked doing reports.
His eyebrows furrowed as he soon came to a rather discomforting realization. His keys weren’t there. Or atleast, they weren’t on his desk.
The brunette quickly crouched down on the carpet floor to investigate if they fell off his desk. He reached under the desk, his hand prodding at the carpet. “Eugh!” Chris’s hand immediately retracted at the feeling of something sticky on the carpet.
That's probably the cheese stick he’d accidentally dropped between his and Jill’s desks 2 weeks ago. Well there goes that search. Chris decided to stand up and look through his desk again. There's no way he lost them somehow.
“Looking for something Redfield?” Chris’s head snapped to the sound of Wesker’s voice across the office. He inhaled softly, maybe it would be easier to ask for a ride home? It would save time in case he wasn’t able to find his keys.
“Yeah, my keys..but I can’t seem to find them, I hate to ask Captain but could you drive me home?” Chris asked nervously, leaning against his cluttered desk.
Wesker showed no sign of irritation, but then again the guy had a permanent frown excluding those rare small smiles. He gave Chris a mild nod.
“Sure.”
“Thanks,” Chris said quickly, walking up to Wesker.
They left the office, Chris followed Wesker down the empty halls of the still lit R.P.D. They made a right turn to the shower rooms, soon getting to the flight of stairs that would lead to the west offices and security deposit. The sound of their shoes tapping against the tiled station floor filled in the silence.
The parking garage was nearly just as empty as the hallways, only 3 cars besides Chris’s truck were in the lot. Of course the nice sleek black one was Wesker’s. Chris stopped abruptly when Wesker opened the car door for him, inviting him into the fine leather seats.
“Thanks sir,” The brunette paused before slowly going into the expensive looking vehicle. If Wesker had plans to kill him, now would be the perfect opportunity. Chris shook the thought away as the door was closed. He wasn’t going to let one very low chance of a possibility of something terrible happening to him make him suddenly paranoid. Besides, it’s not like Wesker would try to kill him.
Right?
“Albert,” The blonde man suddenly said. Chris looked up from staring at the dashboard of the car to face Wesker.
“We’re outside of working hours, you may call me by my first name. Only if you wish,” The older man stated plainly, buckling his seatbelt and starting the car. Albert .
“Alright, but, to be honest Sir, calling you that just, doesn’t feel right for some reason.” Chris expressed, pressing his seatbelt into the buckle until it clicked.
“ Only if you wish .” Wesker repeated.
“Right, sorry,” The brunette mumbled quickly, deciding to just look out of the window as they pulled out of the parking lot and on to Ennerdale St. Chris found it a little strange that Wesker was driving at night. With his shades still on. Was it a safety hazard? maybe.
Raccoon city’s streets were a contrasting environment to the police department’s quiet halls.
Brightly lit street lights, cars cruising by on the roads. People chatting noisily in the outside seating arrangements of roadside restaurants. Chris exhaled softly, a sudden calm washed over him. With that calm came courage. “So, captain,” He started.
The older man kept his face to the road, his grip on the leather steering wheel firm but not choking. He didn’t say anything, Chris took it as a hint to keep talking.
“Do you have any hobbies…Wesker?” Chris tested out, saying Wesker’s last name came out more smoothly than his first strangely. The brunette’s eyes found themself wandering to Wesker’s forearm again. He watched the muscle tense and relax as he steered the wheel to a left onto Fox Ave. Observing the way Wesker’s wrist flexed mildly through the spin of the wheel.
“Football,” He stated briefly.
“Oh I love the Denver Broncos, I’m kinda upset that they didn’t win this season though.” He exhaled with a sad flair. The younger man brought his eyes from Wesker’s arm to the window. Wesker chuckled. A low hearty chuckle that he would’ve missed if there was music or even a rough wind. Chris thought he was hallucinating. He turned to see Wesker smiling .
“Oh Chris, not American football.” Chris felt a hue of embarrassment flutter within him. Ah, of course.
He found himself too flustered to verbalize a response. Chris blinked slowly, he wasn”t sure if he had even ever heard the man laugh, nor even look amused.
“I see…” Well there goes his courage.
“I’m not really a soccer guy,” The brunette mumbled dumbly. Wesker only hummed in response.
“Alright, this is the complex, yes?” The older man questioned as he pulled into the apartment's parking lot.
“Yeah, Thanks again for the ride. Hopefully I didn’t lose my keys forever y’know,” Chris chuckled nervously, unbuckling his seatbelt when the car was parked.
“My pleasure Chris, I suppose you’ll need a ride in the morning as well hm?” Wesker reasoned, turning the engine off and pulling his keys out of the ignition.
“I will, sorry to bother you Cap’,” Chris sighed, opening the door of Wesker’s nice car.
“I’m more than happy to, besides I am your captain Christopher. If there’s anything else you wish to consult with me, I am here for you,” the brunette wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt so warm.
The gesture was merely one of general respect, Chris should feel comfortable with Wesker. But the man hardly ever praised anyone, and Chris had never even heard the man being this kind to him.
“Alright..same here Wesker.” He nodded awkwardly. Before there could be a pause Wesker spoke up, changing the topic.
“Let me walk you,” He suggested, getting out of the car with the younger one.
“I’m a grown man I can handle myself,” Chris reasoned, walking in front of the car onto the sidewalk.
“And so you are,” Wesker stated as he decided to walk with Chris anyways. It was a nice gesture from Wesker and it's not like it would be harmful. So Chris didn’t protest any further.
He exhaled in defeat, the two walked in between two buildings in the apartment complex.
Chris noticed the rather close proximity of their walking distance, Wesker never actually touched Chris but being so…near the other made him nervous. Like in the shooting range. The brunette wasn’t sure of Wesker’s intentions, the blonde man was only like this when they were alone.
They entered Chris's apartment building, walking past the unmanned lobby.
The two made their way up 3 flights of stairs since the elevator was broken. Which Chris didn’t mind too much, when he was in the air force he had to run a minimum of 6 laps pretty much every other day. Wesker seemed just as unaffected.
308, 310, and..312! Chris read the door numbers as they arrived at his apartment door. The brunette turned around to find that their close proximity had been kept. He gulped. The other was so..warm still even at this distance.
“Captain?” Chris hoped that Wesker couldn’t hear the rapid beating of his heart as he leaned in closer.
“I am going to kiss you. Stop me if you don’t want to.” Wesker whispered intelligibly, leaning into Chris.
The brunette felt no urge to push him away, his stomach doing backflips at the touch of Wesker's gloved hand settling on his hip.
“Okay.” Was all Chris managed before he felt soft lips pressing against his own chapped ones. It was brief. Chris decided to fix that, kissing back. Was this inappropriate? Probably. Should he be kissing his superior that he was going to see in the morning? Definitely not. Did he care at the moment? No.
The brunette titled his head to access Wesker’s mouth at a better angle only to bump into the bridge of Wesker’s sunglasses. Only mildly off put by the structure, Chris moved his hand up to the brim of the shades while Wesker’s hand slid down further the younger man’s thigh.
Suddenly Wesker paused, pulling away conveniently before Chris was able to remove the older man’s shades. The brunette’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why’d he stop? Did Chris do something wrong? His pocket felt lighter.
“ You ‘lost’ your keys, Redfield?” Wesker smirked, dangling the exact truck keys that Chris had sworn he couldn’t find.
“Hey! I forgot to check my pockets,” Chris exclaimed, the previous lusty fervor leaving the atmosphere as Chris felt embarrassment dust his face again.
“Of course,” Wesker smiled, his tone had a playful demeanor. “ I’m the one making an excuse to ‘hang out’, as you put it?” The older teased, taking Chris’s hand gently and setting down the truck keys in his palm.
Chris shook his head with a chuckle. “Doesn’t count if It wasn’t on purpose Captain,”
“Sure Christopher, if you say so,” Wesker snorted in amusement. “On another note though. It’s getting late…You’ll want to wake up early since I get to the office on time. That is if you still want that ride from me…though I suspect getting a taxi would be difficult in this part of town,”
Chris sighed, it was probably good that he would have to wake up early tomorrow morning. He'll probably have to eat his breakfast pizza in Wesker’s car though. “Alright, Alright, I get it,”
“I’ll see myself out then.” Wesker stated before beginning to turn away. “Wait Captain-“ Wesker halted at the sound of Chris’s voice only to feel the younger's lips pressing against his in a bold manner. Before Wesker could process the moment fully Chris pulled away with a cheeky smile.
“Goodnight Wesker,”
Wesker cleared his throat, Chris wished he could see the other’s eyes. He bet they were pretty.
“You as well Christopher, get some rest,” Even Chris could tell that Wesker’s monotone voice was affected. Chris decided to count that as a win.