Chrisker One-Shots

Figuring it out

Chris Redfield and Albert Wesker sat in the cabin of the private jet, alone except for the pilot. They were on their way to an important meeting, but the tension between them was palpable.

Wesker leaned back in his seat and looked at Chris with a sly smile. "You know, Chris, I've always admired your physique," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Chris shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Uh, thanks, Wesker," he muttered, not quite sure what to make of the comment.

Wesker chuckled softly. "You're a fine specimen, Chris. I could spend hours just looking at you."

Chris blushed and looked away, feeling a little uneasy. He had always known that Wesker was a little strange, but he had never expected him to be so forward.

Wesker leaned in closer, his breath hot on Chris's neck. "You know, Chris, I think we could have a lot of fun together," he whispered.

Chris's heart raced as he realized what Wesker was suggesting. He quickly stood up and backed away. "I think I'll go check on the pilot," he said, his voice shaking.

Wesker raised an eyebrow and smirked. "As you wish, Chris," he said, settling back into his seat.

Chris couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him as he left the cabin. He couldn't believe that Wesker had been flirting with him, and he couldn't understand why he felt so drawn to the man. He knew that he had to keep his distance, no matter how attractive he found Wesker to be.