By Cando

A buzzing fly zoomed about the S.T.A.R.S. office, its wings making an ever so annoying sound as it seemed to hover over Chris's head. It was 10pm and it was the fourth night in a row that he had to stay after and finish things up. What things you may ask- How about 50 pages of paperwork! Sighing, the brown haired man could only stare blankly at the work before him, wishing he had not spent the past week and a half trying to get a date with Jill. A date which he had to cancel because Wesker was such an asshole and made him work extra hours to complete what he had termed, "base and child-like", labor.

"Leave it to Wesker to make you feel dumb as hell. You'd swear he was some kind of genius the way he acts so cocky all the time," Chris muttered as he tossed a few pages off to the side, trying to forget that those had to be made in duplicate by morning.

The overhead light added a tinge of torture to the horribly high temperature of the room and, as Chris picked up his ball point pen to begin again at the endless reports, a small gust of air rushed into the office, relieving him momentarily of the humid heat. Glancing up he saw the lone figure of Captain Wesker standing in the doorway; a soft breeze coming into the office from the hallway behind him. He was still dressed in his S.T.A.R.S. uniform for he always worked late, and his dark glasses reflected the glare inducing light from the room. Despite the heat, he appeared to be cool, calm, and collected- as he always was. He took a few steps over towards Chris's desk, pausing as he looked down at the mounds of paperwork spread out upon the young man's desk. Chris could only look up at him, a droplet of sweat falling down his forehead and a weak, forced smile forming upon his fatigued face.

"I'm almost done," Chris's voice broke the silence between the two men, his right hand reaching for a few of the finished piles of paper.

"Ah, and I suppose you think that this is all of it?" Wesker raised an eyebrow as he ran his eyes over the younger man, his dark spectacles not stopping his visual senses from noting that the man was about dead from lack of sleep. "I have a whole cartload that needs to be done by the end of the week. It seems Jill has forgotten to finish a few of her reports as well. Pity, I heard you and her had plans to go out."

"We," Chris sighed, "did but work comes first I guess."

"Of course it does. One sacrifices many things for their work. If you really love your job then you-," he paused at that point, realizing that he had given up almost everything for his vocation. "Look, take a break. I..." He wasn't one to be friendly but Chris was about to pass out if he didn't rest and then he wouldn't be any good as a test subject. With that thought in mind he continued. "I'm going to get some coffee. You want to join me?"

"S-sure." Although a bit weary, Chris was still aware enough to recognize this little oddity in Wesker's behavior. It didn't matter all that much though, he needed to take a rest, he needed something to wake him up.

The coffee sucked- It was like a thick semi-solid sludge. Murmuring to himself, Wesker held the cup up and analyzed the caffeine filled slime, "This can not be the work of mere hydrogen bonding... there must be-"

"What's hydrogen bonding?" Chris only caught the last bit of his mumblings and was too tired to even look down at what he was drinking.

"Nothing Redfield, nothing you would understand anyway."

Narrowing his eyes, Chris was just not in the mood to put up with Wesker's arrogance. He had worked his ass off the past four days and now this shit? It was too much to bear. In a low voice he responded to the Captain's statement and put his coffee on the counter beside him, "Why do you assume stupidity? You aren't God you know. You think you are so damn smart. I oughta-"

Chris went to make a grab at Wesker's left hand. As he reach outward, Albert's hand shot out, grasping the younger man's wrist while his other appendage managed to bring the coffee up for a quick sip before making another snide comment. "How unlike you Chris; I would have thought you to be a very peaceful, docile creature. Perhaps I miscalculated your stupidity... turns out you are less than a grunt-worker, just a damn dumb dog."

Wesker smiled, his lips forming an evil grin that could only be matched in its devilish intent by his mind. Cocking his head to one side, the blonde haired man gave his subordinate another look over, his thoughts racing with wild thoughts and devious desires. It was true he had sacrificed a lot for his job; one of those normal human things being a sex life but every once in a while an opportunity presented itself for him to take advantage of. This was one of those opportunities. With a fluid, smooth motion, he slid his cup of sludge coffee onto the table littered with condiments and half eaten doughnuts. Staring straight into those enraged eyes of Redfield, he simply gave the man's wrist a good twist, making the younger squirm as he bit his teeth so as not to cry out in pain.

"Pity Chris- it really is. You've been driven to the point of violence and I must say: I am proud to be the man that did it. If it makes you feel better, I knew that you had that date planned with Jill. I specifically made sure you got the most paper work because of it." With a harsh shove he pushed Chris into counter, the young man's face coming within a centimeter of his coffee cup. "And so here we are," Wesker continued, "Just me and you and a nice, dimly lit break room. I wouldn't call it the most romantic place to- to well, ‘chat', but what other choice do I have?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Chris turned and looked back at the Captain. He was still irritated by his previous comment and wasn't looking forward to hearing another.

Disregarding Chris's query, Wesker went off onto his own tangent, "Do you know what kind of specimen you are Chris? How, perfectly sculpted and how seemingly flawless you are physically?"

Taking a step backwards, Chris's body made a soft thud against the counter as he attempted to back out of the room. This was all becoming way to weird. This wasn't Wesker at all. Was this a dream? It had to be. It just had to be. He had never thought that Wesker would like him at all let alone ‘want' him. A dream- this could not be real he thought as he spoke, "I'm- I'm going back to work now. I'm going to go."

Why wasn't he just leaving? Chris tried to think it all out in his mind as he stood there, not moving but instead waiting as Wesker began to approach him with that all too cool attitude. He should just punch him, leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood for even trying to hit on him but he just couldn't muster the might. Was he actually letting this happen and why? Looking at his Captain again, Chris could no longer deny that he had felt empty inside for so long. That he would be with anyone to end that emptiness, that ever growing emptiness. He had tried for so long to get with Jill but now this, this strange turn of the tides had left him questioning if he had been searching for affection in all the wrong places.

Gulping down the saliva which had been building in his mouth, Chris put both of his hands upon the counter behind him, leaning back against it and running his fingers along the edge as Wesker came close to him; close enough that he could feel the warmth of his breath against his skin. Bringing his thumb up to Chris's brow, he wiped away a drop of sweat and whispered into the younger man's ear, "Let me see if you are truly flawless."

There was a rough tugging at Chris's pants then as Wesker's left hand yanked at brown leather belt about the man's waist. He knew what he wanted and exactly how to get it. Undoing the belt he quickly pulled down Redfield's pants, dropping to his knees in the process, and bringing his eyes level with what he had wanted ever since he had laid eyes upon the beautiful brunet. Chris was flawless- especially his cock. Smirking as he cradled the already hardening penis in his hand, Wesker gave the younger man one final shove back into the counter. His fingers ran down the shaft of Chris's penis and onto the scrotum, his right hand moving to massage the head of it with a rhythmical rubbing. Chris gripped the edge of the counter fiercely as his mind was rushed with sensations. He could do nothing to stop this pleasure- his body would not allow it.

Wesker brought his lips up to the head of younger man's penis, letting his tongue touch the tip of it and toying around with the man's scrotum before giving the shaft a good lick. Opening his mouth enough to let the now hardened cock slip inside, he began to gently fondle Chris's balls, his hand working in unison with his mouth. The brunet could hardly contain himself and soon gave in to soft moans and labored breaths. The mere contemplation of Wesker suckling on his hard cock was enough to satisfy him but to actually feel the strong hands of his Captain against his shaft and balls- it was too much to handle. Removing one of his hands from the counter, Chris ran his fingers through Wesker's short blond hair, moving back and forth with his rhythmic motions as the older man sucked.

The heat in the break room only added to the sweat inducing warmth of Chris's body and, while Wesker increased his pace, the younger man could feel the rising sensation of orgasm approaching. At this point he began to pump into his Captain's face, wanting to enjoy all of the pleasure that had been building up inside of him this entire time. His back was becoming sore from being pressed so hard against the counter and as he thrust his cock into Wesker's mouth again and again, he could feel a bruise forming from where the edge had slammed into his lower back. His breathing became even more shortened and his moans grew in intensity as he moved his cock back and forth- back and forth. Shutting his eyes he gasped, his seed spewing out into Wesker's mouth with one final, pleasure filled thrust.

Immediately, Wesker pushed Chris back into the counter, his face forming a grimace as he swallowed the bitter cum which had been so abruptly shot down his throat. Chris cried out as his already sore back clashed into the sharp edge of the counter again, the sensation of orgasm dulling the pain but still he turned to rest stomach first against the counter as his hand went back to rub the bruise. Wiping his mouth, Wesker stood and glared at Redfield, his glasses slightly dislodged from the sucking and thrusting. Opening the door of the break room and taking step out into the hall, the Captain turned his head and smirked, "And make sure to get those 20 pages in duplicate Redfield. I'd hate to see Jill and you miss another evening together."

With that said he walked out, leaving Chris to himself and his sore back. The fly had made its way down the hall and had followed the smell of freshly made sludge coffee. Buzzing into the room, it settled upon the edge of Chris's coffee cup, sipping up the salvia and coffee left on the brim.