Chrisker One-Shots

Six Months

A/N: I will always think wesker is gonna be top and Chris is bottom so I thought It will be fun to make Chris top and wesker bottom in this one-shot

now to the story

Summary:

Three months after his last encounter with Chris, Wesker learns he's pregnant. So, of course, he moves in with Chris.

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This couldn't be happening. Albert stared at the screen as if he could change what was there by sheer force of will. It didn't work.

'Shit.' He was pregnant. As impossible as it should have been the ultrasound was showing him clear proof that it was real. Obviously his virus was to blame but he had never anticipated that this was one of the abilities it had given him. And it was a thoroughly unwelcome one.

'Shit.' He blinked back tears, blaming his body for his over-emotional state. The practical thing to do would be to get rid of the baby, it was a complication he didn't need, a disruption to his plans, but... he was already thinking of it as a baby, as his. Maybe his virus, like the other versions, simply wanted to propagate itself and that was influencing his decision. Ultimately it didn't matter, it was his choice. Against all logical reason and as terrified and confused as he was, he wanted to keep this baby.

Albert touched the image on the screen gently then erased it, he couldn't stay here any longer and he couldn't leave any evidence behind, especially not of this. The organisation he worked for had made no secret of the fact that while he was currently more useful to them in the field, if that ever changed they would be more than happy to experiment on him. And there was no question that they would now, thanks to this latest quirk of his altered physiology. Albert was never letting that happen to him again, and definitely not to his child either. He had to get away from them, and fast.

Think, he ordered himself, taking a deep calming breath. 'Chris.' Albert whispered, realising he had no choice but to find the man, he was after all the other parent of this child. Their fights had always inevitably ended in sex even though they both knew it was a mistake, and now it had become an even bigger one. But Chris wouldn't let an innocent child suffer and he could use that hero complex to force Chris to help him. For awhile at least... he shook his head sharply, he needed to focus on the present, on getting somewhere safe.

Before he left he destroyed all the information on himself that the organisation had gathered, just to make sure.

'Wesker!' Chris tried to slam the door in his face. Albert was quicker, forcing the door open and shoving Chris backwards into his apartment in one fluid motion.

Chris ran off and Albert closed the door, sighing as he turned back to see that Chris had found his gun and was now pointing it at him. 'You know you can't hit me.' His hand crept protectively across his belly despite his confidence. 'And I'm not here to fight. I need to talk to you.'

'Then talk.' Chris didn't lower the gun.

Albert didn't see any point in being less than completely blunt. 'I'm pregnant. It's yours.'

Chris' expression wavered between disbelief and amusement and then he started to laugh, lowering his gun. 'Shit, Wesker. I know you're crazy but you've really lost your touch, you used to at least be a good liar.'

'We had sex, or more to the point, you fucked me.' Albert reminded him irritably. 'And apparently my virus has some unusual effects.'

Chris stopped laughing abruptly, staring at him in growing horror. 'Oh god, you're serious. You...' He stared at Albert's hand where he'd pressed it against his belly. Albert snarled as he forced himself to drop his hand, balling it into a fist instead. 'How's that even possible?'