Cold water bombarded his burning skin as he relieved a loud sigh and pressed his palms against the wall, the jets roughly massaging his neck. The brunette relaxed a few more minutes before pulling away from the tile wall and ran his wound under the water. He winced momentarily as the hard water made contact with the gaping torn flesh; still bleeding from the initial wound incurred during training less than two hours ago.

He could still recall how the ground felt as his body hurled into it; how he had bit his lip trying to direct the pain so he could get up and keep up with the obstacles.

The soft sound of fabric falling to the floor filled the silent locker room. Chris turned around, letting the water pound his back. When he caught sight of his captain's blue-gray eyes he quickly turned back to the bleached wall in front of him, cheeks afire. They reminded him of blue skies just before a storm, mixing with gray clouds. The fact that he thought of how the man's eyes were made his stomach slightly turn. He had always had an admiring crush on his blonde superior, and avoided him when removal of clothing was in progress; Though he would never chalk it up to being of sexual relation.

Chris strictly concentrated on finishing up. He quickly ran the bar of soap over his body, lathering it and letting the water wash it off.

"How's your arm?" The man's voice was monotone as usual, but lacked it's usual tone of sarcasm.

"What? Oh – oh, it's fine," Chris looked back at Wesker, making sure to maintain eye contact, "I thought you didn't use the public showers."

"I can spare sanitation for one shower." A slight chuckle was hidden under his captain's voice. The words caught Chris off guard. Was the man getting naked just to check up on him? Shit! He let his eyes wander. A fine layer of dirt covered his superior's arms; Chris realized it must have been from all the dirt his team had kicked up on the track. He secretly watched the man turn the valve and wet his arms, water washing away the dirt. Chris found it amusing that the so called "man of ice" – as STARS members referred to Alpha team's captain, was quite careful not to get his hair wet. Chris' eyes wandered down the man's body, following the few drops of water that had splashed from his arms. He caught himself doing this as the droplet he'd stalked down to Wesker's hips trailed into nothing. He turned away, staring back at the wall, trying desperately to stop the rushing blood flow to his groin. He washed remaining residue from his body and turned the valve.

When he turned around to grab his towel the blonde caught his attention again; his back was to Chris as he scrubbed at the dirt on his forearms. He took it all in; the sight of the man's porcelain skin and firm ass drew him in. He watched his captain shift his weight a few times before he coughed and wrapped his towel around his waist, "Goodnight, sir."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thursday. My sister's birthday is tomorrow. You let me take the day off." The brunette smiled, remembering how Wesker had confirmed his day off last week, hardly giving him any attention as he made his way through a pile of paperwork.

"Chris, do you have a minute?" Wesker turned around, allowing Chris' eyes full access to what they were secretly hungry for. The corners of the blonde's mouth pulled upward in a grin as he watched his subordinate's face turn a delicious shade of pink as his eyes darted to the floor, eagerly searching for a speck or something – anything to take his mind off his captain's well endowed manhood, "Y-yeah. I'm not in a hurry, sir."

"Good," For the first time in years Albert Wesker had to fight a smile. "While I was observing you during training, I noticed how much you've improved."

"Yes, sir. I've been working on my endurance."

"Have you now?" The blonde asked rhetorically, "I believe a reward is in order for you, Chris."

The brunette's teeth pinched his bottom lip as he tried to rid his mind of sexual innuendos he was fantasizing of his captain making, "Like a promotion?"

"No, not exactly." The hint of a hidden chuckle escaped through the blonde's perfect teeth. Chris watched as a drop of water rolled down the length of the man's cock, realizing how thirsty he was. The idea of dropping to his knees and taking his superior in his mouth, suckling every bit of moisture ran through his head. Before he could fully comprehend – even think, Wesker was stepping behind him. The towel which had been hiding the brunette's growing erection was now around his ankles. The man's milky hands contrasted beautifully against Redfield's tan complexion, riding down his sides before crossing over to his abs.

One hand stayed put just above one of Chris' hips as the other stroked the underside of the subordinate's stiffening shaft, "Nnnn, Captain."

Chris leaned against Wesker, the man's own member rubbing against his ass. The urge to take it in his mouth returned but the man's hand was now grasping him and his attention fled back to that, "W…Wesk-fuck. Ah! Wesker!"

Chris was swallowing short gasps and releasing loud cries of passion as his captain fully pumped his dick. Each time the base of the blonde's fist hit his balls, Chris found himself rubbing his ass against the large organ behind him. The action freed a smile from the stern man as he leaned into the man's ear and purred, "I see you want to over do yourself, Chris."

It only took a little more pressure and a few more pumps before the younger man's pleasure overflowed all over the blonde's hand. He weakly turned to the man, dropping to his knees. His tongue licked its way up a now vaporized trail of water before settling for the precum which had pooled at the head of the man's thick cock. Wesker took a few steps back until he felt the moist tile against his back, never taking his eyes off the brunette's lips. They were making a precious 'O', eager to wrap themselves fully around the man but holding back as his tongue danced over what looked to be close to nine inches of flesh in front of them. As Chris felt saliva pooling in his mouth, Wesker's hand ruffled his hair before moving down to the side of his head, thumb caressing the back of his ear. The touch sent shivers down Chris' neck, causing his lips to tremble against the head of his captain's cock, in turn sending tiny waves of pleasure through the man's organ. The brunette watched the man's head fall back slightly as his grip tightened in his hair.

When Wesker looked down, the shy smile that Chris gave before swallowing him whole was enough to make him throb. The younger man wasn't very good with concealing his teeth, but the blonde enjoyed the sensations the scraps gave. As Chris slid his head back and forth, he tried his best to command his tongue to steadily glide up and down the back of his superior's shaft. He gave himself an inner props when he felt the man throb inside him; not knowing that the sheer mediocrity was what was really getting Wesker off – the fact that it screamed it was Chris' first time with a man. It was true, and Chris rather liked the taste of his chief in his mouth.

He never considered himself homosexual, in fact Albert Wesker was the only man he had thoughts of – he traced it to some kind of domination factor. Most of his thoughts while at the department were filled with what he would do to the young receptionist with the long legs or fantasizing over his newly assigned partner. What was her name again? Jill, that was it.

But not now; now he was fully focused on blowing Wesker. He kept going even as fatigue invaded his mouth, the corners becoming sore from stretching to accommodate the blonde's width. Chris sucked harder, intent on getting the man off even as his lips were turning an erotic shade of pink. His lips slid up and down a few more times before locking them around the head and flicking his tongue violently against the slit.

Damn, what in the hell does it take to get him off? Chris withdrew from the man; the only response he got was a quiet gasp at the sudden lack of wet heat and a few drops of precum. "Fuck…It was my first time –"

"Don't apologize. It was your reward." The STARS captain extended his hand and as soon as Chris was up, he pulled away and started to gather his clothing from the floor. The brunette let out a soft laugh before turning back to the shower, "I'm going to clean up…"

As Wesker pulled his arm through one sleeve of his shirt he noticed the man had started stroking himself, just a little taken off guard by the gesture, "Were you not finished?"

The tone in his voice was that of amusement.

Chris was a little startled that the man had even paid attention. He decided to come clean, what was the harm? "I've had this – I guess you call it a 'schoolboy crush' – on you since I started. And what just happened, well, it was one of the many things I've thought of…"

"Enlighten me," Wesker's words were an odd mixture of sarcasm and curiosity. He loved how the pink was returning to the brunette's face as he must have thought of obscene things.

"…Well…I think of things when it's just you and me in our section of the department…" Chris' back was still to the man, ashamed that he couldn't pull off the sultry act that most women could. It didn't seem to matter for within a second, his captain had him facing him and pinned against the shower wall. Chris got a brief glance at the water tussling the blonde pieces out of their usual hold, a few falling to the man's brows before his lips were ravished by another pair, complete with invasive tongue. The intimate closeness brought the scent of Armani Code to Chris' nostrils. It was familiar and strong. He relaxed into the kiss, letting his arms instinctually wrap around Wesker's neck as he pressed against the man's chest; aligning his hips with the blonde's. Chris bit back cliché adornments as the captain's lips danced over his neck before taking a small bit in his mouth. A beautiful hybrid of a moaning gasp escaped Chris, his body thrusting forward; causing opposing cocks to brush the other's hip adjacently.

"Umph," The noise was quiet as Wesker picked Chris up and pulled one leg around his waist as the brunette followed the motion with his other leg, hooking it on his hip.

Desperate for more contact, Chris pushed his body against his superior. As their cocks pressed against each other, the brunette's neck arched back capturing Wesker's attention again. He caught the tip of the former airman's ear between his teeth, "Ready?"

Before Chris could manage a nod, the man's hand slid from his side and pressed a digit inside of him. The brunette groaned and bucked forward before grinding his throbbing member against the pale toned stomach in front of him.

The older man's lips thrashed against his once more, while haphazardly pressing another finger inside the pulsing entrance. The burning pain shot through Chris before the pleasure took effect, causing his teeth to tear at his captain's bottom lip. Wesker pulled away, wiping his lip with his free hand and looking at the thin crimson trail.

"I'm…" Chris watched a devious smile grow on the man's lips as his eyes looked back at him, "…sorry-"

Wesker captured his wrists above his head. Chris felt the fingers slip out of him a groaned, eager for more. The blonde positioned himself against the other man's heated hole, pressing into him just before pulling from Chris' mouth and sucking hard on his neck. The sound of the brunette crying out magnified the pleasure rushing through Wesker's manhood and spread throughout his hips. He pressed a few more inches, watching Chris' teeth clench as he was being torn apart. Wesker forced his fingers into the man's mouth which was more than accepting; the other hand was lost in brunette locks again, tugging and pulling as the man's walls clenched and tightened around him. He locked his arms around Chris' back before moving a few feet back to the bench, fighting with himself to be as gentle as possible as he laid his subordinate on the bench. The brunette exposed his neck as Wesker stretched up to lick the sweat from the offered neck. He pressed his hands against Chris' thighs, instructing the man to bring them against his chest to give him more access. The brunette looked down his body, missing the inch or two he had lost as Wesker had placed him on the bench, "Ah, fuck. Captain, you're huge."

The blonde didn't reply, only gave him the suggestion of a grin before thrusting fully inside him. The relaxation the man had achieved being shattered again as he sat up in another screaming moan, tightening around the blonde again. The clenching caused the superior officer to throb again; pulsing against Chris' spot. Wesker took him back in his hand, stroking at first before pumping him, "Such a good boy."

The brunette squeezed his eyes closed, the pleasure inside him causing him to see spots. He was trying his damnedest not to finish as the blonde's lips grazed his again. He wanted his name on Wesker's lips. Most of all he wanted to make the man orgasm. Chris bit his lip as he thought of how warm the man's fluid would feel on him. He didn't take the man as one for much dirty talk so he pushed away any fragment of pillow talk lingering behind his teeth.

As the man thrust in and out over him, Chris let his hands wander down the man's back. He pulled himself up a little before squeezing the man's firm ass, sliding his finger up and down over his superior's entrance. Wesker growled into Chris' lips, returning the bite from earlier. Chris didn't take it as an objection. He kept teasing the hole, stroking it with the very tip of his finger. The loud cry that Wesker had been holding back as he entered Chris was released; the man's fingers breaking it free. The fingers intensified how tight the man was around him, how the warm blood felt on his cock, how the brunette looked – in pain and pleasure, and the control he had in the moment. Moans locked in unison as the brunette got what he craved.

"Ah…Chris," Fair fingers entwined in dark bistre locks again, twisting a longer piece around his hand. The pair's rhythm climaxed into a violent dance; Chris' hips thrust upward, finger withdrawing and sliding up the smooth back as his legs wrapped around the blonde's waist. He could feel his subordinate pulsing rapidly inside him before he felt the warm release that ushered out a loud cry, bringing forth his own surrender; smeared on his and Wesker's stomach.

As Chris' breathing calmed he felt the man pull away. He watched Wesker adjust his wrinkled pale blue shirt, buttoning it and straightening the collar. As he pulled on his briefs Chris felt the odd sensation of wanting to run up to him, to ask him to take him back to his apartment – he didn't want to part with the man's skin.

Instead he simply sat up, soon regretting it as pain shot through his now bloodied entrance and lower back. When he looked up he found his captain to be fully dressed and handing him his clothes, "I'll see you tomorrow, Chris."

"Thursday," Chris was secretly hoping the man was going to offer to come to the party, watching him walk toward the locker room doorway, throwing up his hand in a casual 'goodbye' his voice monotone, "Right. And Chris,"

He waited for the brunette looked up at him.

"I noticed during training your speed was lacking. Work on it." With that Chris sighed and finished dressing. He was just glad Claire's party wasn't to start until the evening; he needed the morning to recuperate.

A/N: Hahaha, let me explain the need for the mention of Armani Code. I'm a beauty consultant at a large cosmetic store. While I was writing this story there was this gorgeous blonde German boy/man in his mid-twenties who asked me if we carried Armani Code. He had awesome facial structure and made me think of a German Wesker :x. I led him to it and told him I thought it was far too strong and masculine of a scent. I said it made me think of the men who bathe in cologne. He simply sprayed it on himself and had me smell it. And it smelt much more subtle and like a sweet/spicy blend on him, and that's why that happened. I'm a huge dork, shhh.