Chrisker One-Shots

I'm Lucky to Have Met You

Summary:

SFW

Takes place at the very end of RE5! Chris thought he'd taken care of Wesker for good. Key word thought.

It's over...it was finally over' Chris thought as he looked out of the choppers open door. Wesker was dead for good. There's no way he could come back from that. Chris looked at the floor. How did a mansion lead to all of this? He went over the memories in his head. When S.T.A.R.S would celebrate successful missions, The first time they kissed, Wesker saving his ass multiple times, their fight in the arctic, and all the intimate moments together. It was like a movie in his head and this ride was the credits.

"Chris? Are you ok?" He looked up to see Sheva looking with a concerned face. "Yea just..thinking. What if he's not dead? What if he somehow saved himself?" Chris said a little too fast. The adrenaline hadn't subsided yet, but to be fair, it hadn't in anyone else yet either. "It's ok Chris. The only way for him to still be alive is if he managed to encase himself in those tendrils and then crawl out. However, lava burns too fast. He would have never made it." Jill spoke up, trying to reassure him as she rubbed his back. Chris nodded lightly.

A few hours later, they landed at the base they were currently stationed at. Thank god they would be able to go home after this. He and the others were to catch a flight tomorrow. He couldn't wait to see Claire and maybe even Leon and Rebecca. He heard foot steps behind him. He turned around to see Jill approaching. "Chris wait up!" She smiled as she began walking next to him. "I know when something is on your mind. Whats up?" Jill looked at him.

"Oh nothing, except the fact that we just blew up our ex boss and my ex lover, I now have a new addition of PTSD to add to the collection, and I fucking hate that I might miss him!" Chris instantly realized how harsh he sounded. "Shit, sorry Jill. I didn't mean to freak out lik-" He was cut off by the warm embrace of strong yet delicate arms wrapping around him. "It's ok Chris. It's ok to let out all of these thoughts. You can't let them boil up forever." She said in a soft voice

Chris rested his chin on her head. "I feel like shit for missing him. What the fuck is wrong with me?" He said in a quiet voice. "It's ok Chris. We can't help who we love. It's hard to decipher whether or not those people are worth loving. If I had your connections with him, I'd miss him too. Though you need to acknowledge the horrible shit he's done." Jill said apathetically. "I know...that's the worst part. He's a horrible person. He's killed thousands and is the reason these fucked up viruses exist. I know what he's done is terrible and i'll never forgive him. Yet something is still egging me to love him." Chris stared at the floor. "I think I need to go to bed. Look over these thoughts. I'll see you in the morning Jill. Goodnight, I love you, sandwich." He looked up to see her smiling. "Love you too Chris, you should probably take a shower before sleeping though. You're covered in ash, sweat and boulder dust." She giggled. "Right back at ya grease girl!" He laughed as he sprinted down the hallway. "Uh! Uncalled for Redfield!" She yelled giggling.

He made it to his room still smiling. Everyone's room had its own small bathroom. He stripped down and got in the shower. It felt nice to wash his hair and skin. "Jesus Jill was right. It's a miracle I can still breathe with all this shit on me." He thought aloud to himself. He rinsed his hair and the rest of the soap off. He got out and threw on some sweat pants and a loose t-shirt. He then turned back to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Mid way through, he heard a noise and the lights shut off.

He had left the bathroom door slightly ajar. He tried his best to glance through the small crack. "Jill? As fun as it would be to get into an insult war i'm too tired right now." ... No response. He spit out the extra toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. He slowly opened the door, ready for a fight. When he slid out of the bathroom, nothing. No one was there. "God I need to sleep."

"That sounds like a good idea, Chris."

That voice. It can't be! Can it?

He whipped around to see...Wesker. Albert Fucking Wesker. "What the fuck! How? You motherfuck-" Chris tried to tackle him but the taller man simply grabbed his wrists. "Calm down Chris, you look like you've seen a ghost." Wesker said in his usual cocky voice. "Let me go! This can't be fucking real! I blew you up in a fucking volcano!" Chris tried his best to shake the other man off. "You know it's crazy how you never factor in speed into anything. Even when Valentine explained it to you on the chopper, you managed to shrug it off.

"How. How did you know. Wait how much did you hear?" Chris was shocked. This didn't make any sense at all! How could he be here? "I'm sure you have many questions and I have answers, but first I have some some questions of my own." He smirked. "Is it true you actually missed me. Do you really still love me after all i've done? And don't lie to me Christopher, I heard you in the hallway too."

That asshole.

"I- How did yo-"

"Answer the question." He said a bit more stern this time.

"I- ye- yes. There! are you happy? I missed yo-" Chris was cut off when he was pulled into the taller mans tight embrace. "Always so loyal Chris. I'm not surprised though. You've never seemed interested now any other human. Not in the way you were with me at least." He felt Chris hug him back tightly, then he felt something wet. Was he- was he...crying?

Wesker looked down to see Chris tightly grabbing a fistful of his shirt and shaking his tears violently away. "Chris. Chris darling look at me. What's wrong?" He said with what sounded like concern.

"What's wrong? What do you mean? Wesker I've been in love with you since the fucking 90s. I've chased after you for years. You've taunted and tormented and hurt so many people yet I still loved you. That kind of love can never be broken or changed. And killing you was one of the hardest things i've ever done. Yet here you stand with your stupid fucking smirk and your stupid fucking glasses. Gimme those." Chris reached up for them, but wesker had taken them off.

He opened his eyes, revealing is glowing reds. Except, wait no that can't be. He had tears in his eyes. "Chris, You were the last person I truly wanted to hurt. All the pain I caused you would've vanished had you not came after me. You are my world. Why do you think I kept letting you live?" Wesker looked down at him.

"You- but you tried to blow us up less than a day ago!" Chris said shaking his head. "I would've saved you Chris. Only you matter to me." Wesker pulled him by the waist. He slowly leaned down. "You're my world." And with that, he connected their lips in a sweet kiss. Chris' breath hitched. Soon he melted into the kiss. Weskers lips were somehow soft, as always. Chris' were rough and chapped, as always. This took him back to when they both first kissed. So much passion and love.

The broke for air. Chris was starstruck. Tears slowly rolled down his face. In a quiet voice he spoke "I think I either need sleep or a reality check after that". He laughed and Wesker chuckled. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear. He pulled back the covers on the bed. "After you." He smiled at Chris.

He slowly moved towards the bed and climbed in. Once he scooted over, Wesker joined him. Chris moved so his head rested on the others chests. Their legs entangled. Chris could hear Weskers heartbeat. This had to be real.

"Chris?"

"Yea?"

"I love you darling"

"I love you too...Albert"

••••••••

When Chris awoke, he was alone. Was it really a dream? He looked at his bedside table, there lay a note. He opened it. As he read through it. He smiled and shook his head as he got up to get dressed.

"Perhaps in another life, we would live on the same side of this coin we call our world. Until we meet again,

- 𝓐.𝓦"