Chrisker One-Shots

A Bit of Happiness

Thank fucking God zombies couldn't open doors.

The mansion that Chris' team had been set out to explore wasn't any normal mansion. No sir, it was infested with the living dead, and Chris was left to wander the place on hiswas huge, and he had been running back and forth all night, shooting zombies, crows, dogs, and whatever else tried to harm him. All this good guy work had left Chris Redfieldabsolutely exhausted, and he had stumbled upon just the right room at the right time.

After two of the animated corpses had fallen yet again, Chris took cover inside a small room. A lantern which sat upon a sturdy pile of crates illuminated the room filled to the bmedical supplies with a soft, soothing glow. The brunette could almost feel himself let out a sigh of relief as he had basically reached heaven. Though he didn't know too much amedicine, he thought it would be proper to at least bandage himself up a little.

Chris had earlier been attacked by a zombie from behind which had taken a large bite out of his shoulder. Though the bleeding had stopped somewhat since, he still would feel alot better if his arm was wrapped tightly in a bandage. He searched through the shelves, shocked at how he couldn't recognize any of the product names placed on the sickly cobottles. Once his eyes laid on the roll of bandage, he laid himself down on the sick bed located in the corner of the room. 

Chris relaxed immediately, almost letting a pleasurable moan escape his lips as he settled himself into the saggy mattress. The roll he held in his hand slipped from his fingers ashung over the bed. His chocolate colored eyes fluttered closed as he gently began unzipping his dark green S.T.A.R.S. vest, sighing out as the tightness in his chest disappeared would never have realized how tired he was if he hadn't stretched out on the bed. Every single worry that a person would ever have as a prisoner in a zombie infested mansionaway... 

The door to the drug room creaked open slowly, causing Chris Redfield to awake with a start. Fuck. He searched, horrified, panicking that he had misplaced his gun. "Chris?" Themonotone voice of his beloved Captain called out. 

"W-Wesker, sir..." Chris sleepily found himself responding, giving him a lazy salute. The blonde closed the door behind him, and sat down on the bed, his sunglass-obscured faceno signs of emotion. "You seem to be doing all right." He pointed out, noticing only the one wound on his subordinate's shoulder.

Chris almost chuckled, nodding happily. "And you, too... I'm so glad to see you're all right." His voice was full of happiness and sincerity. Wesker cracked a smile at Chris' abilityso optimistic considering the circumstances. The younger man yawned out, and stretched himself over the bed, again. "I was going to go continue searching for you, 'till I cameThank God you found me, eh?" Chris laughed. Wesker nodded slowly, his head turned towards Chris' face.

Yes..." He agreed, slowly leaning down towards the brunette's face. 

"Chris...?" Wesker inquired, stopping right before his nose would have bumped with the other man. Chris felt his face darken red, as his captain's warm breath blew over his face yes...?" Chris replied, not daring to stray his gaze from Wesker's glasses. "Stand still a moment..." He whispered, locking lips Chris. Chris settled into the kiss from the other mawere natural, and they had always done such things. Though he was horrified that he was caught in the mansion, tired since he'd just awoken from his nap, and relieved that hicaptain had come to his aid... He was now aroused beyond all belief as Albert Wesker kissed him. 

Chris ellicited a moan as the blonde forcefully opened Chris' mouth with a gloved hand, and proceeded to press his tongue against Wesker's. Wesker smirked mentally as he feltstrongly built man writhe underneath him as he straddled his large hips. Wekser pulled away, and removed his glasses, placing them on the small table by the sick bed. Chris brhand up to Wesker's face, wanting so badly to taste his lips again. "W-Wesker..." He breathed out softly, preparing himself for more.