Я люблю Вас

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Sergei!...Okay, fine, I don't own him. You people always have to crush my dreams, don't you?!

Summary: "It means...'I like you,' comrade. And I do; very much." Sergei/Wesker

Chapter 15: Я люблю Вас

"I'm telling you guys, it's true!"

"Speyer, you claim everything is true."

"Yeah, Forest, you can't believe everything you hear."

"Chris, Wesker, come ON! Doesn't it sound like it's for real?"

"No." Both of Forest's companions replied bluntly.

The trio were gathered around the table in the break room long after the majority went home, making small talk over cups of cooling coffee. Currently, Forest was speaking of a rumor that was going about; something about a car that ran on water rather than gas that would be released within the next five years. He truly was, Wesker decided, a sucker for rumors.

Within the past month since Wesker had, as he put it, made a fool of himself in front of the whole RPD, he and Chris had rekindled their friendship. Wesker had made him promise, though, that he would refrain from doing anything harmful to Sergei and Sergei would promise to hold back as well. He was hesitant, but Chris finally relented.

Things had gotten better in that time period as well. After Wesker had made his confession, those who were guilty of the attacks against him had come forth as well. They didn't confess so much as they had simply said they quit and left. Sergei had asked for the names of those who left, but Wesker didn't care about revenge. He was just glad they were gone. Those who remained were happy for Wesker, happy that the attacks would finally stop and also that he had found a - the girls had giggled schoolgirl-like at this - boyfriend.

Wesker's mood had increased dramatically as each day passed. No longer did he feel depressed and alone, instead he was content with everything. He'd begun to look forward to work at the RPD again, especially since now, he actually wanted to converse with his teammates, like Chris and Forest. Sometimes Joseph and Kenneth would join in on the conversations, making them even more interesting, if that were even possible seeing as Forest was already in on them.

A sharp rap on the doorframe and a rough sound that was of a throat being cleared signaled the attention of the three men. Sergei leaned against the doorframe, sending a pleasant, affectionate smirk in Wesker's direction.

Wesker grabbed his discarded jacket and stood, shrugging on the article of clothing. "I have to go, you two. I apologize."

"Aww, come on, Captain." Forest whined, frowning. "Can't you stay for a few more minutes?"

The captain's shoulders jerked up in a helpless shrug. "Sorry. I'll see you two Thursday."

"Thursday? You're not gonna be here tomorrow?" With a sudden realization, Forest flashed his teeth with a mischievous grin and he wiggled his dark eyebrows. "Oh, I see why..." He snickered.

"It's not what you think." That was true. Wesker was scheduled to be at the Umbrella laboratory the following day. He was also due to the lab in just a few minutes. Insane, yes, but he really wanted to catch up on the research progress. Thinking about it, the S.T.A.R.S. captain truly did begin to feel remorseful about why he was even at the police station in the first place; merely to gather information for Umbrella. With his new bonds with various subordinates, his task as a double agent was becoming a grueling transgression. He was only able to continue by the thought that when Umbrella was in complete control, Sergei would be there on top with him. Perhaps he'd get over such betrayal in the future when all was said and done.

Forest gave Wesker a curt wave as the blond made to leave. "See ya, Captain."

"Bye, Wesker." Chris' voice gave off the feeling of pleasance, but the scowl he was giving Sergei said otherwise.

Laying his hand gingerly on the small of Wesker's back to give him a docile push out of the room, Sergei sent the glare back, parting one end of his lips to show his teeth before leaving.

Smilingly eagerly, Birkin scribbled down notes with a quick hand, watching the specimen behind the two-way mirror with an almost child-like fascination. His features were brightened by the light coming through the mirror like an unfelt breeze, the only other sources of light were the tanks in back, their waters bubbling and casting a dim glow colored with a soft hue of purple on the floor.

"Brilliant...brilliant." He murmured to himself as he watched the animal, a dog, pace around the empty white room. Its flesh had deteriorated to the point where it literally looked like walking road kill. It was vile, it was appalling...it was perfect. "Wesker, I think we're making process beautifully."

"Yes." Wesker nodded absentmindedly as he took his place next to Birkin, his hands shoved in his pockets casually as he observed the mutant canine beginning to wildly gallop about the room, throwing its head every which way as it screamed in an inorganic fashion and snarling viciously so that the sharp pearls in its mouth could be viewed by all. Wesker's face contorted in concern and puzzlement. "What's it doing?"

"Oh, not to worry. They all do that before they completely lose their minds to the virus. When we tweak with the virus some more, this transition from a living, breathing creature to a thoughtless killing machine will take less time."

"That's good to hear." Wesker said, stifling a yawn with his hand.

Birkin leisurely glanced at his watch. "It's getting pretty late. You've done enough for tonight. I can take it solo for a while."

"Are you sure?"

Birkin nodded. "Yes, it's perfectly fine. Go on home." He turned back to the two-way mirror, jotting down more notes. The specimen suddenly thrust its whole being at the mirror, startling the scientist at such a magnitude that he jumped.

Wesker made his leave, chuckling and wishing Birkin a good night, to which the other blond answered in a shaken tone, "Good night."

Wesker deposited his things in his locker, giving his hair a brief combing with his fingers before heading to Sergei's office. Opening the door, he discovered the Russian slaving over another pile of paperwork. No surprise there.

Sergei looked up, giving his subordinate a warm smile before setting his pen down and standing up. "I didn't think you were ever leaving that lab."

"I know." He suddenly added, pointing with a finger, "Oh, you forgot something."

"Hmm?" Sergei's eye followed the direction of the digit, chuckling almost sheepishly when his gaze fixed on the aforementioned object. "Right. I apologize." He grabbed the water bottle off the window sill and twisted the cap off before giving the Bohemian Watercrest a generous amount of liquid.

Like a phoenix from the ashes, the flower that had been left for dead on the liter of soil and pot shards on Wesker's desk was given new life. With proper care and strict instructions from Wesker, Sergei had nursed the bell-like flower back to health.

"I think it would make for a better recovery in your office seeing as it has a window. Keep the blinds open from now on." The S.T.A.R.S. captain had told him.

In its new pot of teal, the plant stood tall and firm, stems and leaves vibrantly greened and crinkled petals now silky and of a deliciously pink pallor.

"I get off early tomorrow." Wesker mentioned casually. "What do you want to do when my shift's over?"

"Oh, I think you know what..." A deep, rumbling chuckle left Sergei's throat as he stood in front of Wesker, placing his hands on the wall by either side of him, trapping him. He leaned in close, lips upturned in a telltale smirk.

"No, I'm naive. Tell me." As he spoke, Wesker slipped his arms around Sergei's torso. He gave a small, toothy smile, bringing himself closer to Sergei until their noses were mere millimeters apart.

Sergei brought his lips to Wesker's ear, his warm breath ghosting pleasantly over the skin. Lips brushing the shell of his ear, he whispered, "Comrade, I am going to fuck you senseless..."

Wesker voiced his appeasement with a subtle moan rising from his throat, muffled by his closed lips. "It sounds as though you want to right now..."

"Yes, I do." Sergei pulled away from the ear only to plant his lips on Wesker's, taking things at a much slower, mellower pace than usual. They had plenty of time, after all.

Wesker sighed gratifyingly into the kiss. A phrase formed on his lips, escaping his mouth with his breath; a phrase that Sergei could listen to over and over again like a broken record and he would never tire of it.

"Я люблю Вас..."

The end, whee! :D Well, I'm almost kinda sad cuz, ya know, it's the end and all. OMG, this has to be the first story I've ever written that I completed in a short period of exactly two weeks. Like, wow. :O

I thank you all for taking the time to read this and leaving such kind reviews. You rock! :D

Update 10/Dec/2013: You have no idea how long I've been wanting to acknowledge this. I know this story is bad. Very bad. I actually have grown to hate it now and the only reason it's still up is because there are so many people who tell me they love it so much. I could never see why. I mean, I was proud of this when I first published it, but after some time and deep thinking, I recognize its gargantuan flaws. It's so cliche it's cringe-worthy, Wesker is painfully OOC, and so on. In part, all that is because I pumped the chapters out so fast and I was so excited to upload them that I didn't stop and really give consideration to what I'd written other than a brief scan for typos. I'm hoping to edit this someday, but I honestly can't summon the strength to re-read it even after all these years.