Chrisker One-Shots

Figuring it Out (another version of it)

Chris Redfield sat nervously in the cabin of the private jet, his heart racing as he stole a glance at Albert Wesker. He couldn't believe what he was feeling - a strange mixture of fear, desire, and excitement.

Wesker had always been a little too forward with him, but Chris couldn't help but be drawn to him. There was something about the way he carried himself, the confidence in his every move, that made Chris weak in the knees.

As they flew towards their destination, Wesker leaned over and whispered in Chris's ear. "Don't be afraid, Chris. I won't hurt you," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Chris's heart skipped a beat as he felt Wesker's breath on his skin. He turned to face the other man, their eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.

Wesker reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Chris's face, his touch gentle yet electric. "You have such beautiful eyes, Chris. They're like pools of crystal blue," he murmured.

Chris blushed and looked away, feeling a rush of heat flood his body. He couldn't believe that he was feeling this way about Wesker, a man who had caused him so much pain and suffering.

But as he looked back at Wesker, he realized that he couldn't help himself. There was something about the other man that made him feel alive, that made him want to take risks and follow his heart.

And so, as they landed at their destination, Chris found himself drawn closer and closer to Wesker, unable to resist the pull of desire and passion that burned within him. He knew that it was dangerous, that it could lead to his downfall, but he couldn't help but take the risk. For in the end, he knew that he would rather die than live a life without love.