Nervousness was a definite. Cyril didn't know what he was doing in the large office. He only knew that somehow he'd been accepted by the police tactical unit that he'd admired since he was a boy and his heart wouldn't stoppounding. The blonde in front of him surveyed him with a creepy smirk as though he knew him, and he couldn't figure out why the other looked familiar to. He knew him as Albert Wesker, Captain of the S.T.A.R.S unit, but it seemed to go further than distorted media images.

"Only sign this line here and we'll get you a partner." Wesker said in his English tones.

"A-alright. Thank you for accepting me." Cyril was more than proud that he seemed to have what it took and signing his name was a dream come true.

Wesker only nodded and continued to stare at Cyril as though he was analyzing everything about him. When his phone rang he answered it coldly. "Yes, project C-...hold on a moment. Cyril, Step outside of the room please, I nee to take this call in private."

Cyril frowned and stepped outside, but realized as soon as the other began to talk again that he could still hear him.

"Yes, project C is not active, but here. No, I know the code word. I'll be careful not to say it. See you at lunch, William. I need to go. Goodbye."

And within seconds the older man was beside Cyril and leading him down the hallway. "Who will I be paired with?"

"Chris Redfield. He's out most accurate shooter and although I don't like to compliment him, he does get the job done and will be able to teach you the quickest way to get missions done if not the right way to do them. He's loyal and will protect you. Friendly type and such. Speaking of said ape.." He gestured to Chris who was asleep at his desk. "I take back every nice thing I've ever said about him. REDFIELD, AT ATTENTION."

Immediately, Chris snapped awake, exclaiming, "Sir!" and sending some papers and a few pens flying from his desk. Then he scratched the back of his head and picked up the papers and pens. "Sorry, I guess I dozed off...who's this?" He gestured to Cyril, then crossed his arms in front of his chest. It would have made him look unfriendly, if he didn't have such a friendly face to begin with.

Wesker pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing heavily. "This is Cyril, he's your new partner. I want you to show him around, get to know him, and take him to the range. He's never fired a gun before, but I think he looks like a marksman. Don't get into any trouble." Wesker knew his orders would be followed and he nodded once to Cyril before he left the two to their business.

"Pleased to meet you, mister Redfield." Cyril said in shy greeting, smiling while holding out his hand for shaking.

Chris raised his eyebrows at the shyness of the younger man before him, but smiled crookedly and shook the hand that was offered to him. "Nice to meet you, Cyril. You don't have to call me 'Mr. Redfield,' just Chris is good." He scratched the back of his neck for a moment, and surveyed the room. "So, welcome to S.T.A.R.S. What made you decide to join up?" He gestured that Cyril should follow him out of the room, so he could begin showing him around.

"Well I remember seeing you guys on the news once when I was about eight and ever since then I couldn't help but look up to you and I've always wanted to join. It just so happens that I got real lucky. I got the call from Wesker and I.. well I just about died. What made you join, Chris?" Cyril liked Chris he decided. Chris was friendly and outgoing which was refreshing to Cyril who was always around people who were the opposite.

Chris hesitated a moment before answering, thinking. It had been quite a long while since he had joined. "Well...I was chosen for the team by Albert Wesker, that uptight, serious guy you met first. He's not so bad, though. He's a good captain." A small smile tugged at the corner of Chris' mouth, then he continued. "The original members of S.T.A.R.S. were all hand-picked by him. But if you saw us on the news when you were eight or nine, how old does that make you, kid?"

"I'm just at twenty sir." Cyril said proudly. "I'm not saying you're old or anything. How old are you?" He asked, frowning. "I think I meant to say eight years ago .. I can't focus sometimes." In fact his memory was very strange sometimes. Maybe this was one of those moments.

"Eh, makes me feel old anyway, so it doesn't matter. I'm just at thirty." He regarded Cyril oddly for a moment for his lapse of memory, a sort of concerned expression. "Maybe you ought to get that memory and focus problem checked out. You don't want something stopping you from succeeding this early in your career here. That'll just be harder on you." He clapped Cyril on the shoulder as they reached the range. "So you've never fired a gun and Wesker thinks you're going to be a marksman, huh? I guess we'll see."

"Yeah he thinks that anyway. I'm kinda nervous. He seems like the kind of person you don't let down." Cyril replied as he looked at the selection of standard guns and pointed to a hand gun. "Let's try the easy stuff first." He said with a small shy smile. "Unless you want me to try those big ass machine guns.. not really up for that."

"Nah, we'll start with something that won't knock you on your ass the first time you shoot it. You can play with machine guns later." Chris took one of the hand guns from its place on the wall and offered it to Cyril, along with a few small pieces of equipment necessary for protection in the range. "Just turn off the safety, aim, and shoot. It's not too difficult." He stepped back so that Cyril wouldn't feel crowded, and waited for him to take his shot.

Cyril held the gun as though he'd been holding a weapon since he was born. He took aim and fired off three rounds and grinned sheepishly as they all hit in the center. "Wow.. I made it." He said, smiling. "Wesker was right. How good are you?" He was so proud of himself but he wondered if it wasn't simply beginners luck.

For a moment, Chris simply stared, dumbfounded, with his mouth open. Beginner's luck? He wasn't entirely sure. All three rounds had hit the center of the target, flawlessly. He was a little embarrassed to follow after Cyril's naturally great shooting, but he was also confident that his years of experience would be an advantage. He smiled and held out his hand for Cyril to give him the gun. "I guess we'll find out." He took it and fired three rounds at the target as well, to make it fair. Two shots hit the center of the target, and the third hit just outside the center. It wasn't terrible. "Here, let's see you do it again, that way we can be sure it's talent and not just luck." He grinned and handed the gun back to Cyril.

Cyril smiled "You're not so bad yourself." He took the gun from Chris and fired off the rest of the clip flawlessly. "Well maybe Wesker was right, can we try a bigger gun now? Maybe I'm just good at handling small weapons." He shrugged and set the weapon down, looking for something larger to use. "What would you suggest?"

Chris scanned the weapons of various sized hanging on the walls and sitting on shelves. "How about...something with more kickback, like this." He handed Cyril a large-ish rifle, but it was a fairly standard weapon, only slightly different from a normal hunting rifle. It had a few modifications, but it was the same concept. "Let's see how you are with this, then."

Cyril was definitely nervous of the larger weapon. He took it gingerly in his hands and then aimed and opened fire, again very neatly in the center, widening the bullet holes form the handgun he'd used earlier. "Good, I guess it doesn't matter what the size is. How are you with this one?"

Incredulously, Chris sighed, shook his head, and smiled. "I guess Wesker was right. Wow. You could even test out a machine gun today, if you'd like, since you seem to be such a natural. It didn't take me as long to master the rifle as it did the hand gun. I used to hunt before I joined S.T.A.R.S." He took the rifle from Cyril and fired cleanly into the center of the target, and this time all of his shots hit the center. "There. Now, would you like to try your luck with a machine gun? We have different targets for that."

"Yeah that would be nice, I'm curious to see how I do." Cyril was more than pleased with himself. He may have been slightly scrawny but it seemed he could aim well. "I didn't know I even had it in me to pull a trigger. This is kind of theraputic.."

"Theraputic..." Chris repeated and chuckled. "I suppose that isn't the first time I've heard someone say that. Anyway, take this and follow me." He tossed the machine gun to Cyril so he could carry it, and led him to a slightly different range with larger targets. Machine guns and their like were more imprecise weapons, so it was necessary to have broader targets. "Alright, same as before. Turn off the safety, and go." He made a gesture toward the target as he said go, and stepped out of the way.

Cyril aimed again and shot. He was a little off target only because the kick of the weapon had startled him but he quickly gained control of it and was again flawless. "I didn't realize it kicked that bad." He smiled. "I bet you're good with this one too." He smiled and handed the gun over, pleased with his results.

Chris shouldered the gun and took aim, and the kick didn't affect his aim as much as it had Cyril. The shots were still mostly centered on the target, and on a human being they would have been lethal. He had worked hard with this gun when he had joined, making sure that the gun didn't defeat him before he had a chance to defeat anyone else with it. "Wanna call it a day and get something to eat? I don't know about you, but I could use a good meal. I'll pay."

"Awe, thank you, food sounds great You don't have to pay though." He admired Chris' good shooting skills and found his eyes fixed on the muscular man's arms as he slung the gun over his shoulders. "How did you get so much muscle? I feel so small compared to you." He commented, reaching out without thinking to feel the firmness. "Damn, Chris.."

Chris thought nothing of it, and grinned, even flexing a little to show off. "Oh, I don't know, I have ten years on you, that's probably a start." He patted Cyril on the shoulder and walked past him, returning the machine gun to its place on a shelf. "Let's get food, then. That's also a good place to start in building muscle. But you know, I don't see any point in making yourself look like me. You're good-looking enough as you are." He offered another smile and turned to leave the range.

To say he had his ego stroked efficiently was an understatement. Cyril blushed a little and grinned. "Why thank you." He followed after his partner and wondered what the rest of their day would hold. "So what else are we going to do for today? Have I passed initiation?"

"I guess we can just do whatever. I mean, I did everything Wesker asked me to do for you. I showed you around, and I took you to the range. I suppose we should probably tell him he was right." Chris shrugged and chuckled, and led the way back so that he could leave a note on Wesker's desk. He assumed the man wouldn't be there at this time of day. He was probably away getting food as well, or something. He was gone around this time of day all the time. "Oh, and you passed initiation, if there had really been one." He smiled and thumbed his nose, slinging an arm around Cyril's shoulders. "So, where would you like to eat? What are you hungry for?"

"I'm hungry for anything. I have this ridiculous appetite." Cyril said, finding it natural to lean into the other as though they'd been buddies for the longest time. "I am really craving some burgers and fries though and a nice shake." He couldn't help but want junk food, it would be a treat to have some after his good marksmanship skills for the day.

Cyril's closeness didn't bother Chris at all, especially since he had really initiated it in the first place. "Burgers and fries it is, then. Sounds good to me, too." He steered Cyril outside to the parking lot, stopping at his car. "Get in and lets go, before Wesker gets back and tries to find some other work for us to do." He smirked and climbed into the driver's seat, and started up the car. "So...what do you think of the Captain, since I don't think I've had a chance to ask you that yet."

"He's very unapproachable,but he's a hotty. I don't know what I think about him just yet really. He seems really familiar to me, as though I've seen him somewhere before but I can't put my finger on it. Probably for the better, knowing me I might have done something to embarrass myself. So, I'm kind of new to this area, where are the best places to go?" Cyril replied, not caring that he'd openly admitted to being homosexual.

Chris couldn't exactly say he was surprised at what Cyril had just admitted, and it didn't bother him. What truly bothered him, though he would be hard pressed to admit it, was that Cyril found Wesker attractive. He felt something like jealousy when he had said so. He simply nodded, though. "Well...it depends on what you're wanting to do. There's a shopping mall, a few clubs, restaurants, events...you know, whatever you're into. If you want, after we're done with work tonight, we could get some drinks at one of the clubs." He shrugged, pulling into the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.

"A drink sounds nice. I don't know about the club atmosphere though. I have a problem being surrounded by people, do you know how many germs they carry?" He grimaced as little bits of scientific knowledge flooded into his mind. "What if one of them was contagious and had a nasty virus that turned everyone into zombies? So yeah we can get drinks, just not at a club." He frowned as he couldn't figure out what his mind was thinking, what an absurd thought process he had.

Chris raised an eyebrow at Cyril's insane hypothetical conclusion. "Well, okay, no club then. I could pick something up, and we could just drink at my apartment. I promise there are no viruses that cause people to turn into zombies there." He hoped it didn't sound like he was making fun, he just wanted to assure Cyril in some way. He opened his door, then went around the other side of the vehicle and opened the door for Cyril. He wasn't entirely sure why he did it. "For now, though, let's just get some food."

Cyril smiled at Chris' suggestion. "Ohh in your apartment huh? Where we'll be all alone with alcohol? Sure, I could go for that." He smiled teasingly and joined Chris as soon as the door was open. "You're such a gentleman." He Hooked arms with him while looking at their destination. "It smells good.. you can smell the food practically float out of the place.." His stomach gave a hungry gurgle and he shrugged. "Famished."

"You really think I have ulterior motives like that, huh? I guess if that's the impression you get from me..." Chris grinned and shrugged, and didn't refuse the arm hooked with his. Cyril was really not so bad, and he wasn't unattractive either. Now that they were outside of the restaurant, it smelled heavenly, and Chris' stomach gave a growl of hunger as well. He led them inside, ignoring a few of the pointed stares they received for their interlocked arms. "Go ahead and order, I'm still paying."

"I'll have a double cheese burger and large fries and.. I guess a small coke.. and you're not paying." Cyril said, waiting for Chris to order too. It was sweet of Chris to offer, but he didn't want him to feel awkward and like he HAD to pay for him.

"I'll have the same thing, but with a large coke instead of a small, and yes, I am paying." Smiling, Chris handed the cashier a wad of cash before the poor kid could even tell him what the total was. He didn't care. He was trying to be nice, and since it was Cyril's first day, he saw no reason not to treat him to something. "Don't worry, I won't always pay for your food. I just wanted to do it this once." He handed Cyril his empty paper cup as he pocketed his change, and took his own paper cup to the soda fountain. "So what do you drink? I want to know so I can pick something up later."

Cyril pouted but was inwardly happy that Chris had been such a gentleman. "Awe, thank you Chris and I drink pretty much anything. I'll let you decide what I'll drink, but you have to accept some money for it." He said while filling his cup with soda from a fountain by the food counter. He took a small sip with hi straw and smiled. "Should we sit at a booth?"

Chris smiled and agreed, filling his soda cup as well. "All right, all right, I'll accept your money. And a booth is fine with me. I'm assuming you have your own car. Would you like to follow me to my apartment, or would you like to just ride with me?" He grabbed the tray of food, just completed, and carried it with them to the table. He sat opposite Cyril and began eating fries as they talked.

"So what's up with you and Wesker, things with you two seem tense." Cyril said while he sat across from his friend, beginning to enjoy his food happily. "Mn this place has really good food..." He mumbled to himself as he waited for the brunette's answer.

For once, Chris' expression became very serious. "Well...how should I put this...?" He paused and ate a fry thoughtfully. "Albert Wesker means more to me than just being my Captain...I guess, to be frank, I feel something for him." With an oddly far away look, Chris took a sip of his soda. "Normally, I wouldn't tell a new guy something like this, but I get the feeling that you understand." He smiled once more.

"Yes I think I understand that very well." Cyril grinned. "So, I think that establishes something, so what kind of guys do you normally go for, something tells me your random attraction to our captain isn't normal for you. You don't seem like the submissive type." He said in curiosity.

"I...well, no, I'm not normally..." Chris blushed uncharacteristically for a moment. This wasn't something that he usually discussed; actually, he couldn't remember having discussed this with anyone, ever. "I s'pose I generally go for...well, guys that are sort of like you. I don't mean that to be awkward, I'm not trying to hit on you." He looked away for a moment, and finally decided to eat more than a few fries. "What about you, what kind of guys do you usually go for?"

"Guys like you." Cyril replied with a smile. "You're handsome, you're funny.. hell actually you're very hot. Damn good build on you too." Cyril took a sip from his coke and smiled at Chris. "Well, what should we do after this? I'm glad we have this in common, it makes this so much easier to have a friendship when I don't have to hide my orientation."

Chris grinned widely at the compliment. "Thanks, you're not so bad to look at yourself. After this, though, we should probably head back and report to Wesker, to make sure he got the note about your skills. Then...well, then we should be done for the day, and we can go pick up those drinks." He shrugged, finishing the last of his burger. "We should do something while we drink, though, instead of just getting wasted. How does a movie, or something, sound? We could rent something."

"Sounds like a plan. I think we should rent a zombie movie and just relax on your couch. I say yours because my place I only have a tiny little tv." Cyril said, devouring his hamburger. "Delicious. This is nice you know. It almost feels like we're on a date." He grinned. "Do you think we could ever get Wesker over for a movie and drinks with us? We should ask him." Flashes of a threesome between them all made him blush a little.

Chris could have laughed out loud, but he reduced it to a more polite chuckle. "Trust me, Cyril, I've tried to invite him to do a ton of things with me, but he's never said yes. Not even once. He's always so busy." He paused and sighed. "He must have one hell of a life outside of work, and it must be stressful. It's gotta be, with that attitude of his. I don't know, maybe it's just me. You could try asking him." He shrugged once more and finished the last of his fries.

"Well you never know, I'll ask him again so you don't have to." Cyril grabbed his tray and stole one of Chris' last fries. "Come on, let's get going so that we can bother captain and then have the whole night together. Are we on shift tomorrow? It might be a good night to get a hangover."

"As far as I know, we're not on shift tomorrow. We can drink as much as we want tonight." Chris grinned and picked up the tray, dumping the remains of their meal into the trash can. "If he says yes, we'll have to get better stuff to drink, I think. I was just going to get some beers, but I don't think Wesker drinks beer." He added as an afterthought, "If he says yes, you should ask him what he wants to drink."

"Oh yeah. He seems like a liquor kind of guy." Cyril said hooking arms with Chris as they exited. "So let's get back to the station. I love how close everything is in this town." He desperately wanted the hook-hold he had on Chris' arm to slip down to hand holding but that was a bit too forward, wasn't it? He hoped that none of the passerby recognized Chris and gave him media grief about what looked like a possibly blooming relationship.

"It is pretty convenient. It saves a lot on gas." Chris laughed. He had thought about what people might think if they saw him arm-in-arm with Cyril, but then he had decided that he didn't really care. Sure, people knew him in this town, but he sincerely doubted people would think twice about messing with him. Whether he liked men or not, he wasn't weak and that was quite apparent. Besides that, the only thing he really cared about was his job, and he didn't think Wesker would care about his sexual preference, as long as it didn't interfere with him doing his job. He unhooked arms with Cyril so they could get into the car again, and started it up. "Huh, I hope Wesker likes zombie movies."

"Who doesn't like zombie movies?" Cyril asked while he sat in the car. The car ride was short and when they finally reached the station, Cyril was the first to knock.

"Come in." Wesker said, wondering who could possibly be bothering him.

"Hey, mister Wesker, we wanted to know if you were busy tonight and if not if you would come out with us? We're going to rent some movies and drink a little." Cyril offered this with a smile, enjoying the way their boss looked in his black turtleneck and vest. The man looked damn good in his opinion.

Wesker snorted and was about to outright say no but he looked curiously at the joined arms of the two. "Was this your idea, Redfield?"

Chris was suddenly uncomfortable, but he didn't let himself look away in embarrassment. "Uh, yeah. It was partially my idea, anyway..." He realized he was arm-in-arm with Cyril, and he had the urge to pull away from him - he wanted to think he still had a chance with Wesker - but he didn't do it. He had just met Cyril, he couldn't do that to him already, or ever. "So...what do you say? Wanna hang out with us for the evening?" With his other hand, he scratched the back of his head nervously.

Wesker looked the two over in a rather suggestive manner and sighed heavily. "I suppose I could use a bit of a relaxing time. You're buying the alcohol." He said, smirking as he knew the answer would catch the other off guard. "I got your note by the way. I'm pleased you did well today Cyril. And what movie were you two planning to rent?"

"A zombie movie!" Cyril said, grinning brightly that their captain had greed to them. When he saw the priceless look of raised eyebrows on Wesker's face he didn't know if the choice was good or bad. "What? Don't you like zombies?"

Wesker couldn't help but think that if the other wasn't in sleeper mode he would understand exactly why he gave him the expression that he did. "No, that's fine. I just didn't think Chris could handle such terror."

"Hey! What makes you think I can't handle a zombie movie?" Chris unhooked his arm from Cyril's and crossed his arms indignantly in front of his chest. "I'm just gonna pretend you didn't say that, though, since I'm buying you alcohol. What do you drink?" Inwardly, he was really quite happy that Wesker had actually agreed, and a little jealous because he believed that it was only because Cyril had asked, rather than himself.

Cyril's eyebrows knitted together as his arm was unhooked from Chis' and he felt very left out suddenly as he realized the brunette was much more attracted to Albert than he was to himself and that made him frown a little.And if he couldn't tell he'd say Albert had a thing for Chris to. Just his luck, not able to get a man no matter what.

Wesker rose from his desk and pulled on a long black coat. "Vodka, straight with no flavor." He said simply. "Are you all right Cyril?" At Cyril's hasty nod he gestured the two out. "You two take your car Chris and I'll meet you both at your place." He knew where it was and knew where the spare key was as well. He hoped that also didn't unsettle Cyril who seemed to have become rather quiet.

"Great, we'll see you there, then." Chris smiled at Wesker and turned to leave the office. He had noticed that Cyril had become quiet as well, and he was sure it was his fault. He wasn't oblivious. Once they had reached his car again, he sighed and frowned. "I'm sorry, Cyril. I didn't mean to upset you. You deserve a trophy, though, for getting him to agree to come over. He's never said yes before." He started the car and rolled out of the parking lot, hoping he could somehow make it up to Cyril this evening. He had just made a new friend, a new friend that had something in common with him, and he didn't want to have screwed it up indefinitely in a single day.

"That's what upset you though, isn't it?" he asked while feeling a little bit uncomfortable. "I feel so stupid, Chris. I started to like you, and I shouldn't of let myself even think about getting attached. I'm just jealous that you were jealous. I feel like I've walked in on a relationship and I don't like that feeling." Cyril sighed sadly. "Look, I'll let you two bloom into something lovely, just uh... don't pretend to be attracted to me if you're not. Even if you are, what you have for him goes beyond first time meeting romances." He couldn't look at Chris and instead looked out the window as they drove.

Chris was silent for several moments, the tension settling uncomfortably over his shoulders. He wasn't sure what to say, only that he and Wesker didn't really have any sort of real relationship. It was only in his head, and he was rather sure, as much as he hated to admit it, Wesker felt nothing for him. "Look, Cyril, it isn't like that...Wesker feels nothing for me, and I know he never will. But you...you're on a completely different level. I don't know anything about him, but already, in one day, I've learned so much about you. Don't you think that counts for something?"

"Yeah it counts, but... I don't see why we couldn't share him you know. He didn't exactly shun you away, and I sure as hell won't either. I like you, Chris, I don't know Wesker either, but we both find him attractive. So, if you find me attractive and him and the same with me on you two, then I don't see why we couldn't... well presuming he's wanting to do anything of that sort... we could just seduce him. He's going to be drinking liquor, that's strong stuff."

For a couple of moments, Chris said nothing, letting the notion of what Cyril was suggesting sink in. "You want to...share him? As in..." He blushed slightly. "I guess I never really thought about that...it's not a bad idea." He pulled into the parking lot of the liquor store, and shut off the car. "You really think he'll drink enough to do something like that with both of us? I don't know...I've never drank with him before, he may hold his liquor better than we can." He smiled sideways at Cyril.

"Yes. Maybe. Something tells me he doesn't drink often." Cyril replied with a smile. He leant over and shyly gave Chris a kiss on the cheek. "Come on, let's worry about it when we actually have him in your house and on the couch with us, we'll seat him in between and.. well you know.. the human body is great. Two arms, two legs.. two sides to everything. Perfect for sharing." He grinned and wondered just how all of this was going to turn out.

His eyes opened a little wider in surprise that Cyril had kissed him, but Chris quickly recovered. He did find Cyril attractive - he was just his type, after all - and oh, the things they intended to do later. Several minutes after the alcohol had been purchased and the zombie movie rented, Chris finally parked his car in the lot at his apartment building. "Cyril, I never would have guessed things like this ran through your head just by looking at you. Would you mind if I...?" He leaned in with one hand cupping Cyril's feminine face, running his thumb over his lower lip to complete his request.

Cyril felt himself grow very warm and nodded after offering the other a small smile and he closed the distance between them, hoping that it was what the brunette had wanted. He liked Chris' lips, they felt good against his own and he wondered what kissing their captain would feel like as well. "Mn, we should head inside, Captain's probably wondering if we stood him up." He whispered, wanting to intiate another kiss but didn't know what to do about that.

Wesker was indeed waiting on the others, checking his watch every few moments to see when they would return. "Probably stopped somewhere to grope one another." He muttered out loud to himself, his arms and legs crossed as he sat on Chris' couch, looking about the apartment. He was genuinely surprised that it was actually tidy. He expected the young man to have a messy, dirty apartment.

Chris frowned but agreed. "You're right, I'm pretty sure I saw his car when we pulled in. He's probably waiting on my couch..." A smile spread easily across his face. "Right where we want him, right? Come on." He pressed another brief kiss to Cyril's lips - he had decided he liked them, they were soft and sweet - then he opened the car door and grabbed the alcohol, and opened Cyril's door for him again.

Cyril giggled when Chris opened his door for him. "Awe, your'e such a gentleman." He let Chris lead the way up to the door and when they entered he grinned at Wesker sitting on the sofa. "Hey!" He grabbed the movie from Chris and looked around until he spotted the DVD player which he placed the disk in. "So, hope you haven't been too bored waiting for us."

Wesker raised an eyebrow and frowned on the familiarity of the situation. "Not too long, no." He stood and walked over to where Chris was setting out their alcohol and reached for the bottle he'd been bought. "Very good Chris, you know what I like." He smirked a little and took the bottle to the couch with him, opening it immediately. He was going to need be a little tipsy to content that he'd actually let himself get into this. He placed a twenty in a box on the table. "That's for my vodka."

Chris smiled immediately in response to Wesker's compliment of his purchase, but inwardly he wondered at the implications of 'you know what I like.' He looked at the money on the table and smiled again. "Thanks, I appreciate it, but you didn't have to pay me back." He grabbed two beers by the necks of their bottles and moved to the light switch. "Right, if we're all set, does anybody mind if I shut off the lights? I like to watch my movies in the dark." The dark was also a lot more convenient to his and Cyril's intentions.

Cyril grinned. "I don't mind." He said, taking his seat on the right of Wesker, leaving Chris the left. He wondered at how stoic the blonde was. Even sitting he seemed to be unrelaxed. He defintiely felt they needed to help him relax.

"I..." Wesker began to argu with them about the lights considering he didn't want his eyes to shine in any way. But if the lights were off they couldn't tell the color too well right? "I suppose that's fine, Chris." He would keep his glasses on even then until someone said something about them though. He knew Chris would ask many questions to his eye color and he didn't know what he would tell him, perhaps he would say it was a birth defect he wasn't proud of. He decided that would be the best course of action as he took a rather long swig from his bottle, barely tensing at the flavor.

Cyril smile and winked at Chris. "It's all good Chris, come on, you're going to miss out." He pressed play on the movie and turned to face the screen, hoping that he and Chris seemed perfectly innocent at the moment.

Chris had an uneasy feeling that he had been right about Wesker holding his liquor as he watched him drink straight vodka without batting an eyelash. Well, so to speak, as he was wearing his same dark sunglasses. He handed Cyril one of the beers he carried as he addressed Wesker and sat down. "Are you going to be able to see with those glasses on? We can't have our Captain ruining his eyesight." Chris let a characteristic playful tone slip into his voice.

Cyril felt he knew exactly why their captain kept the shades on and he sipped the beer he was given while inspecting him. "You do have them on all of the time."

Wekser looked acidicly at Cyril a moment, forgetting the other was in sleeper mode and shook his head. "I'll take them off, but one jab at my eye color and I'll make you do drills. And if it gets out at the station what color they are I'll make sure you never do field work again. Paperwork for the rest of your life, Redfield. I have a birth defect which cause my eyes to be red." He slipped the shades off and looked to Chris with them narrowed. "Are you happy now?"

Chris blinked a few times, taken aback at the sudden hostility he showed about his eyes. "Albert, I wouldn't make fun of you for a birth defect.." He hoped the Captain didn't mind the use of his first name. He hardly ever called him by it. "And to be completely honest, I can barely tell with the lights off anyway. I probably wouldn't have noticed until we turned them back on..." He turned away for a moment, embarrassed, and drank his beer.

Cyril frowned a little and was glad when Albert definitely relaxed at Chris' comment.

"Thank you, Chris." Wesker said gently, sinking into the sofa a little more. He took a few more swallows of his drink, not entirely feeling the effects of it, but feeling mildly warm. "What made you two decide on a zombie movie exactly?" he wondered if some unasleep part in Cyril's brain wanted to be close to Umbrella even when asleep, for they certainly had made several zombies through ways of viruses. He looked to Chris for the answer, wondering if he had upset his subordinate.

"Well.. who doesn't like a good zombie movie? Right Chris?" Cyril asked, sipping more of his beer, wondering who, either he or Chris, would make the first move on their boss.

"Exactly," Chris agreed automatically, unintentionally mimicking Cyril's motions with his beer. He was wondering if they seemed suspicious at all, but then put it from his mind in case it showed on his face. Instead, he wondered when either of them would decide to make a move, and just how convenient it was that Wesker had an entire bottle of hard alcohol to himself. The movie was of little importance to him, he wasn't taking in anything on the screen.

Cyril smiled at Chris, giving him a wink while he watched the movie. He found so many faults in it even in the beginning.

Wesker was slowly draining his bottle of liquor, ever couple of minutes he'd take another couple of swigs and soon the thing was half empty and he was feeling very warm indeed. Warm enough that he got up to remove his jacket and was left with only a black button-up shirt that was tucked into black slacks as he sat back down. "Mnnn the vodka makes you warm after a while." He said with a small smile, but he wouldn't let them know just how tipsy he really was. He was amused by the movie also. "They've got it all backwards. You're supposed to inject them with serums 1 through 117 and then you're supposed to do different things to them after you.. oh nevermind. It's a stupid movie." He said which surely confused them both. He was restless and was beginning to have trouble staying in one spot.

Cyril giggled at their captain's state of being. "Have you had a liiitle too much, captain?" he asked, grinning at Chris when Wesker snorted at him and took another drink.

Chris regarded Wesker with something like suspicion at all of the information he was spouting, but he had already had a few beers by this point, and was far more interested in gauging how drunk Albert Wesker was. He was also working on the courage to do something forward enough to initiate what they intended. After a few moments, he noticed how much the Captain was shifting about in his seat. He pressed a hand to Wesker's chest to hold him still. "Albert, are you sure that vodka isn't doing more than just making you warm...?"

"And what do you think it's doing, Redfield?" Albert asked, his voice taking on a very heavy tone to it while he looked down at Chris' hand on his chest, smiling at the sight in a most lust driven way. "You have nice hands, Chris." He said suddenly, unable to stop himself. He made a rather heated gaze at the brunette and placed his own hand on Chris' chest. "Perhaps you're the one who's squirming too much. You know who you're touching, Christopher? How important I am to your survival?" He grinned. "It's because of me whether or not you end up like those things on tv. Did you know that?" He was damn near bursting with sexual tension and hadn't even realized that.

Cyril blinked and tilted his head to watch the scene before him.

Chris didn't really know what to do. He hadn't expected Wesker to respond in such a way, and he was faltering for a moment. The Captain was smiling, but was he irritated with Chris? It almost seemed like it, but..."Well, I have no idea what you're talking about, but I still think the drink is affecting you. After all, not only did I manage to touch you, but now you're touching me." He smiled at Albert, and shot a brief glance at Cyril over the blonde man's shoulder.

Wesker gave Chris a smoldering look. "I am touching you, aren't I?" He asked, his hand sliding forward. "I think you like me touching you." He said, his hand slipping downward, just enough to reach the hem of his pants. "Don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer. He felt very in control.

Cyril blushed at the sight he saw before him. Wesker was definitely coming on to Chris. How did he contend with that. He was completely out of the equation here. He pouted and kept watching them, not caring if he seemed rude for doing so.

It was oh-so-difficult to risk this, to risk giving this up when he had been lucky to get this far, but Chris couldn't just let Cyril sit there, forgotten. He looked down at Wesker's hand, and let his eyes travel slowly up to his face. The man's red eyes made him shiver a little. "That may be...but what about Cyril? What if he wants to be touched too?" This time he looked fully at Cyril. He wanted to be sure he at least attempted to include him in this.

Cyril blushed at Chris' attempt to include him in on their fun time and he shivered at the thought. "It's true, captain, I wouldn't mind being touched."

Wesker's grin turned predatory and he paused in his assault to Chris so he could look at Cyril. "Do you now?" He asked, pulling the other practically on top of him while he thought a moment. "You two, kiss each other. I want to see how you look when you kiss." He said, demanding they do this action for him. "And lean over me while you do."

Chris breath caught in his throat for a moment. This was actually working? God, Cyril must have been magical or something. Without anymore hesitation, he leaned across Wesker's lap and pressed his lips to Cyril's. Of course, he was sure the Captain didn't want cute, chaste kisses to be exchanged, and he deepened their kiss almost too quickly. Mm, yes, those soft and sweet lips would be puffy and tender when he was finished with them.

Cyril was quick to kiss Chris back with abandon. He moaned a little in the kiss and almost lost balance and fell on Wesker. He shivered and smiled at Chris when he pulled away for air.

Wesker was smoldering with lust for the two. "Mn, get creative, Chris, Order Cyril around." He said, wanting to see how much leadership his brunette treat had in him. He wanted to touch himself and reached down and undid his own belt, untucking his shirt after unzipping and unbuttoning his slacks. "Go on now, give me a show."

For just a second, Chris was at a loss. He didn't know what it was okay to tell Cyril to do. He had spent hardly a whole day with him, but he supposed it was alright... "Undress, Cyril," he ordered quietly. His voice was deeper and huskier than usual. He began undressing himself as well, soon after he had given the order. If Wesker wanted a show, then a show he was going to get.

Wesker watched hungrily from one to the other as the pair stripped themselves of clothing. "You're both so....mnnn..." He let his answer become a groan as he watched them, especially Cyril, slightly nervous in his nakedness. He loved the way Chris looked disrobed as well. He was such a muscular man. "Oh yes, that's perfect, go on, show me more."

Cyril blushed and had stripped a little slower than Chris and looked for his next order. "Anything else?" He asked, wishing they could strip Wesker too. He felt like he was put on display.

Chris hoped that Cyril would forgive him everything in the morning. He glanced sideways at Wesker, and shivered again, then wrapped his hand around his own slowly hardening length, coaxing it into fullness. His voice shook slightly as he gave Cyril his next order. "I want you to...suck this." He indicated his not-unimpressive length as he stood from the couch.

Cyril nodded and eagerly set to work on Chris, enjoying the mere taste of the brunete. He looked up at him hotly and silently questioned if he was doing it right by a simple glance in his eyes.

Wesker much enjoyed the show in front of him and was slowly caressing his own hard length. "Chris, let me see you do the same now, come here.." He reached out Chris, placing his hand behind his head and applied just a tiny bit of pressure to get his meaning across, wanting to feel the other's lips around him while he watched Cyril please Chris.

Chris did as he was told, obediently wrapping his fingers around the base of Wesker's length as he took the head between his lips. This was more than he could have ever hoped or dreamed of, doing something like this for Albert Wesker. And gods, Cyril was so skilled, he was struggling to keep a hold on his concentration. He began to suck enthusiastically, hoping that he was up to standard.

Wesker threaded his hands into the brunette's hair, his eyes closed gently as he enjoyed the sensation of his rival sucking him. But then, was Chris really as much of a rival as he made him out to be? He began to think not, interacting this way with him was too easy for rivalry. He began to groan.

Cyril hoped he was pleasing Chris properly and sucked him harder and tighter, and gripped at Chris' hips. He wasn't the most experienced with this form of intimacy but he was damn sure going to give it his all.

Chris was unable to give Cyril any encouragement or guidance, though he would have if his mouth had been free. Instead, he clumsily threaded one hand into Cyril's hair, and gave a couple of small thrusts with his hips. He didn't want to overwhelm him or gag him. He was greatly enjoying the taste of his Captain, though, and took more into his mouth, and sucked harder.

Wesker was enjoying the way Chris felt around his length, that hot mouth was bringing him to being undone quicker than he would like and he pulled him off of his length. "mn that's enough you two, I'm not sure how to position you both, but Chris, I want you to treat Cyril to what you just treated me and I.. I'm going to possess you." He said, standing. "Ah yes, Cyril, stand, Chris I want you on your knees, your back facing me."

Cyril blushed and stood in front of Chris, leaning down to kiss him, able to taste Wesker on his lips which made him register the situation with even more arousal. He was positively speechless.

There was little Chris could say either, though he wondered if he should mention that no one had ever...possessed him...before. He obeyed and got onto his hands and knees, facing Cyril. He was a bit embarrassed at the position, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and suppressed a shiver. He took Cyril's length into his hand and kissed the tip, then slowly lowered his mouth around it. He hoped he could manage to keep his concentration again. It would be more difficult this time.

Cyril let out a shaky moan as Chris began to suck on his length. H petted Chris' hair, unsued to this kind of pleasure and attention. "Oh Chris.." He mumbled softly, not realizing that they were all going to be coupling tonight. Not that he was complaining.

Wesker kissed along Chris' spine. "I've admired you, Chrisss." he said softly, "From afar, of course. You're so willing to please me..." He groaned and pressed two fingers into the brunette at once, and he wasn't as gentle as he could be.

The hard object in his mouth prevented Chris from emitting a small yelp of pain at the sudden intrusion. Instead, all he could do was whimper and force himself to relax, though that quickly helped it to become a more pleasurable sensation, and he shivered once more. To be pleased and give pleasure in this way, with Wesker, and his brand-new partner...the movie was totally forgotten, and he wasn't sure how necessary the alcohol really had been, but he was glad they had come up with this idea.

Wesker couldn't wait longer in his drunken haze. He pushed into Chris, albeit slowly, burying himself to the hilt inside of the brunette. "Oh fucking hell Chris.." He whispered harshly, enjoying the tight feeling of his rival clenched about him. "Chris...who knew.. you'd feel so good..." He began to move slowly, and harshly, hoping he would adjust without him having to slow down any.

Cyril gasped with pleasure as Chris not only sucked him but seemed to be having an interesting time keeping quiet which sent vibrations through his cock. He grabbed onto Chris' hair and steadied himself a little, blushing at how when Wesker thrust into the brunette, Chris seemed to move forward and take more of him in his mouth.

Chris was completely at the mercy of the two men on either end of him. It was a delicious agony. Embarrassingly, he began to drool around Cyril's cock, the muscles in his jaw beginning to tire after such constant sucking. He was stretching quickly and painfully around Wesker's hard length, but he had brushed a spot inside as he thrust, and the pleasure was enough to make him momentarily forget the pain. He moaned around Cyril's cock.

Cyril didn't last much longer. He was too busy moaning and shivering to realize how close he'd become. He felt himself tense up and looked worriedly down at Chris. "Chris..I'm.. going to.. where?" He asked, asking if he needed to pull out.

Wesker thrust harder and faster, enjoying that he was claiming Chris in such a way. He loved it.Loved how easily the brunette submitted to him. "I should of taken you long ago, Chris." He said between panted breathing, his thrusts becoming harder as a sign he wasn't too far off from Cyril himself.

Chris wanted to tell Cyril that he didn't need to go anywhere at all, but he could only manage a small moan, and wrapped his fingers around the base of Cyril's length to keep him from pulling it from his mouth. He wanted to swallow it for him. Somewhere along the way, he had begun to enjoy the feeling of having Wesker inside of him, and he moaned at the pulsing of him becoming harder. His own twitching cock was aching with arousal, but no one needed to touch it, he was sure he was going to come soon anyway.

Cyril blushed as he was held in place and filled Chris' mouth with his cum, letting out a loud yelp of pleasure. "Chris!!" He shouted while tugging the other's hair, unable to let go of it. "Oh god Chris!

Chris was intoxicating to Wesker who thrust as hard and fast as he could without harming him and without wakening his virus which meant he was at least sober enough not to kill the brunette. He reached down to stroke Chris just as he began to cum. "Chriiisssss." He hissed out in restrained pleasure, shivering as he began to spill inside of him.

Chris let Cyril's seed spill down his throat, swallowing it even while his partner's still-hard length had yet to leave his lips. He moaned rather loudly around it as Wesker came inside of him, and he spilled at nearly the same moment, the stroking of his cock enough to send him immediately over the edge. He tightened almost painfully around Wesker as he came.

Wesker growled with release, standing still and holding inside of Chris. He didn't want to move, the other had clenched down so nicely on him and it had felt wonderful. He had no words, he could only sit there and watch as Cyril collapsed and Chris came.

Cyril smiled as he lay back on the couch. "That was amazing." He said, wondering how work would be the day after the next. He was looking forward to the awkward tension that could more than likely build up at what they had done.

Slowly, Chris began to relax, and he felt all of his limbs go completely limp. He felt rather used, but still satisfied. He rested his head on his arms, near Cyril's lap. He couldn't even think of anything to say, and he was exhausted. Well, that surely wasn't according to their original plan, as far as he was aware, but it had worked out well in the end anyway, hadn't it. "Mmmmnnn..."

Wesker sighed content. "Well, that was nice." He said, slowly becomming more and more sober by the second. He didn't care that they'd coupled, it was going to happen sooner or later he felt since to him Redfield and Cyril both were irresistable to him.

Cyril stroked Chris' hair, wanting desperately to be clean. "We should all get a shower." He said, having seen part of Chris' bathroom on the way in and realized it was a large one, they'd all fit comfortably and he felt very grimey being covered in cum and sweat.

Sleepily, Chris looked up at Cyril while he spoke, then nodded his head in agreement with him. He really would have liked little else but a shower at that moment. He wasn't sure if he could walk at the moment, but he decided to try nonetheless. Happily, he discovered that he really had no trouble standing or walking, he was just very tired. He shuffled to the bathroom and started the water for a shower. "You're both more than welcome to join me in here, then," he called to them over the rushing water.

Cyril and Wesker looked at each other and smiled. "All right, Christopher, we'll join you." Wesker replied, motioning Cyril to follow him to the water. He leant against the doorway and admired the sight of Chris leaning over to test the water.

Cyril looked around for towels and grabbed one for each of them. He set them on the side of the tub that was separate from the shower and waited for Chris to say the water was fine.

After about a minute, Chris gave the all-clear. "It's ready now." He stepped into the stream of comfortably hot water, already conveniently naked from moments before. He sighed contentedly as the water rushed over his head and shoulders, relieving tense muscles and any lingering aches. He sort of wondered what this all meant. Were they - all three of them - lovers now? Was this a one-time deal? He supposed it would have to be discussed at a later time. He grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it between his hands to create foam, then rubbed the foam over his body.

Wesker had grabbed the soap next and washed himself thoroughly, he was a very clean and meticulous man so it wasn't unusual to see him cleaning something constantly, especially when it came to himself. He was always making sure his nails were clean, making sure his hair was properly slicked back as he liked.

Cyril eagerly took the soap after it was handed to him and began to scrub himself all over. He enjoyed bathing, was in fact addicted to water. He especially loved showering after drinking and this was very relaxing to him.

Chris was just happy not to be sticky with sweat and otherwise anymore. He wasn't a meticulously clean person, he didn't mind getting dirty, but showers were so relaxing. He quickly washed his hair, leaving the longer strands of his wet hair to stick to his face. He smiled at both of them. "I think I'm going to get out now, and I'll meet you in bed. I might pass out." He hadn't had that much to drink, but all of that activity had accelerated the alcohol through his system, and the humid air was making him dizzy.

Cyril was next to follow, a little intimidated to be stuck in the shower alone with Wesker who he smiled nervously at before he hopped out and went to find Chris. "Hey, do you have shorts I could wear to bed?" He asked, not wanting to sleep in the nude.

Wesker chuckled to himself as he turned off the water, quickly following Cyril who he could tell he made nervous as could be. "Same here Chris, I wasn't exactly planning on spending the night."

Chris flipped on the light in his room - a somewhat messy room, with clothes and miscellaneous other things thrown about it - and rustled through a few drawers. Suddenly, he threw a pair of shorts each to Cyril and Wesker. "That's the best I've got, I hope they fit. If they don't, oh well, I don't care if you sleep naked. I assumed we were all sleeping together anyway." 

Cyril almost let the shorts be handed back to Chris in option to sleep naked but decided he was much too shy to do so around both men who were so much larger than he was in nearly all ways. He blushed and carefully slid the shorts on, waiting for their captain to get into bed first so that he could have one side and Chris could have the next.

Wesker decided that nude was the best as he was much confident and was sure it would be interesting to wake up to. He eyed the other two suddenly and it dawned on him. "You both planned this, didn't you?" He said with a sultry smirk on his lips.

Chris looked meaningfully at Cyril, and was fighting not to smile, but he really doubted he needed to say anything for Wesker to have his answer. He looked away and scratched his head, and grinned. "Well, I suppose you could say that...but I was pretty skeptical about it working out." He shrugged. "It was Cyril's idea, anyway." He grinned at the smaller man as he laid the blame on him, though he knew it wasn't going to get him into any trouble.

Blood rushed to Cyril's face as their captain turned to look at him with a surprised raised eyebrow. "I.....I.......yes it was my fault." He said, smiling a little as he climbed into bed after Wesker.

Albert's smirk deepened. "Well let's hope you don't take it back when you're... sober." He said, knowing he alone knew why he stressed the word sober. He knew the un-sleep Cyril would never have planned anything like this. It was amusing to say the least. He grinned. "I'm expecting you two to act professional at work, outside of work is a whole other story."

It took a moment for it to register in Chris' head what Wesker had just said. "You mean...this is going to happen again...?" A smile spread slowly across his face, and he chuckled. "Who knew, a mutual three-way relationship, weird." He shrugged and chuckled again. "But just us? What about you, you don't have to behave, Captain?"

"Oh no, I am your superior, I don't have to do anything. If I want to bring you two into my office for a quick round of fun, I can." He said, a smug grin on his face. It felt good to lay down after their rough have at eachother and he figured it wasn't going to be hard to fall asleep.

Cyril thought of the scary but inviting thought of Wesker calling Chris and himself into the office at work and both of them being taken right there over the captain's desk. It was a thought worth thinking for sure, and he found he really did want to experience it one day.

Chris experienced nearly the same thought, but it wasn't really the first time that thought had crossed his mind. He had fantasized about Wesker before. It was only because of Cyril that these things were becoming a reality. Suddenly he wished that they were not on opposite sides of their Captain, he would have liked to give Cyril a kiss. "Well, in that case, I'm glad you're in charge," he added.

Cyril snuggled comfortably against their blonde leader and sighed with contentment. "Night you two."He said with a smile, closing his eyes while he slipped the comforter up around his neck.

Wesker affectionately caressed Cyril's cheek and kissed the boy once before letting him to his sleep and turning to look at Chris with a grin. "I'll bet you are." He smiled and pulled the brunette closer. "What's your favorite part of me being in charge hmn?"

Chris was still slightly nervous under Wesker's gaze, afraid that it really was too good to be true. "The part where...everything I've wanted for the last I-can't-remember-how-many years has happened. I'm sort of afraid that none of this is real, that I'm imagining all of it." He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm being sentimental or whatever...I don't mean to be. I probably just need to sleep." He grinned a little awkwardly.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've known about your little crush on me for a very long time, Chris." Wesker said with a small smirk. "And while I've always fancied having you on my desk...you didn't seem you would be willing persay. I never thought you'd actually let me have you."

"I, really...? Well, I don't usually, um...take that role..." Chris was suddenly feeling very awkward and he blushed. "I mean, I did it for you, because I didn't think you would let me, I mean, I couldn't see you being someone's..." He sighed. "I'm making an ass of myself, I'm just going to stop talking and go to sleep, I think." He smiled.

"You don't hmn?You seem more than submissive to me, Chris, but I suppose to little ones like Cyril you could be the dominating factor." He grinned and kissed him once. "Don't be so hard so shy Chris. Now, yes I agree with you, it is bedtime."

Chris nodded and his smile faded a little as he relaxed for sleep. This had been a rather unexpected day, but it was wonderful, and he was finally feeling the effects of what had transpired. He snuggled a bit closer to Wesker and let himself drift to sleep.

~*~*~*~

Cyril woke before the other two and blushed at the sight of them. "What a weird, weird night." He said in mumbling to himself before he climbed out of bed and began cleaning up after their mess. He smiled as he thought back to what they'd all done but something was nagging the back of his thoughts. Something that was completely sinister.

"Morning." Wesker said to Chris' sleeping form before he went to find where Cyril had gone. When he found him he smiled slightly and utterd "Report." In a very quiet manner.

Cyril paused a moment as he heard the command and shifted back to his un-sleeper agent form. "Wow..do you know how weird it is to be locked inside your own body? Anyway, do you think it's wise to be getting attached?"

Wesker shrugged. "I think we can persuade him to join us." He smiled a little at the incredulous look on Cyril's face. "You don't believe me, I see. Well, let me assure you, I'm pretty much completely sure that he can be had. I think all it takes is a little.. push. He loves you obviously and is obsessed with me, so, with both of us as bait, especially if I hold you hostage he should come right up to joining us."

Cyril didn't know if he agreed or not. "Well, maybe. I'm not so sure." He paused to explain. "I mean, he's a hero, well he thinks he is. He's an all around good-guy anyway and I can't picture him being in a lab coat."

Wesker shrugged. "Well, maybe not in a lab coat, but I could see him as head of our military unit or our assistant."

"Maybe." Cyril said, wondering how this was all going to work out in the end.

Soon after Wesker and Cyril left the bed, Chris rolled over, and wrapped himself in the blankets, searching for warmth. He woke up after a moment and looked around curiously, his eyes half-open. Where was everyone? He got out of bed and yawned, then went searching for them, calling for them softly. "Cyril? Captain?"

"We're in here, Christopher." Wesker said in a lazy drawl. "Making coffee it seems." He referred to Cyril's activities with the coffee maker as he tried to figure it out.

"Yes, trying I think is the correct term though. I mean... what the hell kind of coffee maker is this, Chris?" he asked with a frustrated gesture at the inanimate object. "I don't understand it at all."

Chris gave Cyril a sort of funny look, a little confused that he was having so much trouble with it. He checked the basket to make sure the coffee and the filter was in it, then just pushed a button on the front. "Are you alright, Cyril? I think you must still be asleep or something." He grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

Cyril blushed and pouted., "Well the last place I worked at you didn't have to do anything to make coffee. You just put your cup under the thing and pressed a button." He said, rdeeming himself with the lazy truth of Umbrella's many coffee makers.

Wesker smirked at that, knowing exactly what Cyril referred to." Well don't you think you should learn to make it, Cyril? In case a machine like the one described breaks?" He looked to Chris and smiled. "How did you sleep?"

Chris looked between Cyril and Wesker, for a moment getting a suspicious feeling like they knew each other, but that wasn't really possible, was it? He shook his head. "I slept pretty well, I guess. How about you two?" He grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and poured himself some coffee, indicating that they were welcome to do the same.

Cyril drank a cup of coffee offered by Chris and smiled lightly. "I slept awesome. Though thebeer kinda made my head feel groggy, other than that I'm, good."

"I slept better than I have in years." Wesker said, taking an offered mug as well. "Chris, here's a joke Cyril and I were discussing. Let's say the world was overrun by zombies, and let's say Cyril and I unleashed them and they killed innocent people you know, the whole apocalypse theory, would you join us or save humanity?"

"Haha, funny joke." Chris took a sip of his coffee and thought for a moment. "Well, it depends. I'm assuming since you asked me to join you, that you would have done this on purpose. And that saving humanity would put on the opposition? Hmmm..." He looked at the two of them over his coffee cup, thinking little of the nature of the question. "I guess...I would join you."

Cyril's eyes widened in confusion. "You would? Well then might I add that we are-"

"Cyril... shut it." Wesker said, giving him a warning glare. "You'd join us hmn? Even as your friends and family were eaten alive by the monsters we'd create? Would you still be in a relationship with us?" He asked, curious at this strange change of events.

Cyril frowned at being silenced and snorted that if Wesker had thought he was being too giving about information then Wesker himself was certainly giving away their plan.

Chris narrowed his eyes and set his coffee mug down on the counter. He was growing more suspicious by the minute. This was getting awfully specific for a hypothetical situation. "If you two were planning something like this, and I declined to join you, wouldn't you just kill me now?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

Cyril could tell Chris was catching onto him. "Well..." He frowned. " You know what if originally you were supposed to die but uhhh one of us got too close?" He asked, smiling widely, hoping the other would think they were joking.

"One of us?" Wesker asked with a raised eyebrow as though offended he was left out of the question. "I think you mean both of us." He stared Chris down, wondering if he was clever enough to figure out that they were seriously planning to do what they spoke of.

Frowning, Chris regarded them both with more suspicion than ever. "Right...so...you're saying that in this hypothetical situation, you were supposed to kill me - I'm assuming because I would get in the way or something - but now you can't because you're too attached?" He raised an eyebrow, and then smiled a little. "It would be selfish of me not to acknowledge your love, though, wouldn't it? And especially since you're sparing me. I guess I would still follow you."

Cyril gave a relieved sigh that he didn't realize had been caught on his chest and smiled. "Well that's good then!" He said, taking another sip of coffee. "So what are we all doing today?"

"I've got some errands to run." Wesker said, giving Cyril a glance that meant he would know exactly what that meant which was to prepare for the virus to be unleashed. "And you two should spend as much fun time together again you can before you have to go to work." He stressed the word work more for Cyril's understanding as it would be different to him in meaning.

Chris drank some more of his coffee and dumped the rest down the drain. He had missed the odd emphasis that Wesker had put on certain words, but he hadn't missed the suggestion for them to have fun again. He glanced at Cyril and raised an eyebrow again. "Well, I guess if we have some time...how do you think we should spend it, Cyril?"

"Wellll why don't we go somewhere cute? You know on a date somewhere?" He asked, wanting to be romanic with Chris before the outbreak happened. At Wesker's roll of the eyes he grinned, thinking the idea was great since it annoyed the stoic man.

"Well whatever you two do, be careful." He again laid emphasis on his words and approached Chris, kissing him hard on the lips. "See you in a few hours." He said cryptically. He kissed Cyril on the lips, but in a less passionate manner and left with a wave.

Cyril looked to Chris and shrugged. "I guess it's just you and me then. Any cute places around here?"

Chris was a little dazed by the kiss, not expecting something so passionate from Wesker, even after what had happened last night. He looked at Cyril as well, and scratched the back of his head. "Well, I don't really know...maybe this one restaurant downtown. It's not too bad, it's Italian food. Do you like Italian?"

"I do!" Cyril said with a grin as he went over to hug him. "You're everything I've wanted Chris, do you know that?" He was so happy that Chris had said he'd join them. He just hoped that when things really went down that the brunette would keep to his promise. "But we should hurry, I'm starving!"

"Haha, okay, okay. Can I shower first? I haven't had one yet, have you?" Chris was sort of hoping that Cyril answered no so that he could suggest they shower together. It wasn't exactly in line with Cyril's idea of a cute date day, but he supposed he could make it that way. "But that's really sweet of you, Cyril. You really mean that?"

"We all showered last night.." Cyril replied, confused as to why the other wanted another bath. "But hey I'm game for another one if you want." He leered at the other suggestively. "And yes, I do really mean that, Chris." He set down his coffee and yawned. "Another bath it is!"

"Oh, uh, right. Haha, I don't know why I forgot that. But yeah, another one would be good." Chris was slightly embarrassed, but he grinned and led the way back to the bathroom. "Besides, we have to be clean and shiny for our date, don't you agree?" He turned on the water and stripped quickly.

"I do agree." Cyril said, knowing that after their date Chris would probably be begging for a shower, that's if the attack was ordered while they were out. He stripped and hopped into the bath with him, stealing the shower stream to wet his hair.

Chris grinned at the mischievous move Cyril made and stepped in after him, immediately moving close to him. "Hah, stealing the hot water first? I'll just have to get you back, I suppose..." He placed his hands on Cyril's hips.

Cyril laughed and moved his hips back invitingly towards Chris. "You might just have to do that, because it's mine now." He said while he pulled the other into the stream with him, resting his hands on his chest.

Using his leverage at his hips, Chris pushed Cyril against one of the shower walls, removing him from the stream of water, as well as most of himself. He shivered with the cold, and their closeness. "Oh really? Now nobody gets it and it's cold out here, what do you think about that?" He grinned and crushed their lips together.

"I think it's stupid." Cyril said, grinning and kissing the other back. "I think we'd be much better suited if you could carry me like the big strong man you are and fuck me under the shower stream, but of course, if you're not strong enough..."

"Well, fine, if you're going to be like that..." He smirked and looked down at their bodies pressed together for a moment, then suddenly and deftly swept Cyril's feet off of the bottom of the bathtub and pushed him against the tile wall once again - they were only away from it for a moment. "Who's not strong enough...?"

"Ohhh maybe you are..." Cyril said,blushing a little at being properly chastized. "So what are you going to do about all of this strength,Chris?" he asked, smiling seductively. "I would think you'd use it, but just because you're strong doesn't mean you can handle me.." He said, kissing the other on the lips.

"Maybe I just think my strength will be too much for you, I don't want to hurt you or anything..." Chris allowed Cyril to slide down the wall, closer to his hips, letting the head of his length press against Cyril's behind. At the moment, he just wanted to tease him. He really didn't want to go too quickly and hurt him, unless...that was what Cyril wanted.

"Your confidence turns me on Chris, but why don't you back that up with actions huh?" Cyril asked with a groan at feeling the other's length close but not near where he'd like it. "Don't be a tease, Chris..."

"If you say so..." Chris gave a small smirk, and pushed inside of Cyril forcefully but not too quickly. That was his own choice, and not for Cyril's benefit. He wanted to enjoy him for a moment. Finally, he eased himself completely inside, and stopped to wait for his love to adjust to him. "I'll stop teasing then..." he breathed.

Cyril loved the slightly selfish way that Chris reacted to him. He shivered and forced himself to adjust. "Chris!' He gripped the other to where his nails were digging a little into his skin, hoping he wasn't grabbing him too hard although he was feeling very pleasured by it all.

Chris hissed slightly at the nails in his skin, but not in displeasure. "You can scratch me, if you want to...I don't mind." He decided it had been long enough to let Cyril adjust, and he slowly pulled out and thrust back in. It was a wonderful feeling, and he shivered and his grip on Cyril slipped a bit. He quickly compensated for it, though, and commenced a slow rhythmic pace in and out of him.

Cyril gave in to his need to scratch the other and did so out of pleasure that coupled with the pain of Chris pushing inside of him. "Chris!" He called out, unable to say anything outside of the other's name. "Oh Chris!" He was wound up and he hoped the other would move hard and fast soon.

After a moment or two, Chris got the message that he was only torturing Cyril with his slow pace, and pulled most of the way out in the same slow manner, then pushed back in abruptly and fully. He continued the pace he had started with that thrust. "How's...that?"

"Perfect!" Cyril said with an ecstatic hiss of pleasure while he wrapped his legs tighter about Chris' waist, moaning loudly as he was taken with such force. He loved it, loved the control Chris had over him, loved how passionate they were. "Chris! Harder, please!"

Chris granted Cyril his request and began to thrust even harder than he had before, he hoped he wasn't hurting his lover's back pressing it so hard against the tiles. He could only make incoherent sounds, groaning as the hot tightness of Cyril enveloped him so completely.

The tiles were in fact hurting Cyril's back but he felt that Chris could make it up to him later with a massage, besides, he didn't mind, the brunette was drilling into him in all the right angles. "Chris!" He shouted loudly, ready to finish right then and there. "gunna.."

Cyril was tightening significantly around Chris, and it was bringing him closer and closer, almost exactly in time with him. He thrust a bit faster, willing himself and Cyril over the edge. With one last thrust, he plunged in to the hilt and spilled inside of him, letting out a satisfied groan and Cyril's name.

Cyril was surprised he lasted a whole couple of seconds longer than his lover. "Chris!" He shouted, calling out in pure ecstasy, spilling over his lover's hand an shivering with delight. "Oh fuck Chris..." He didn't mean to curse in such a profane manner, but he couldn't help himself with the pleasure he felt.

Chris still held Cyril, but leaned forward against his shoulder as he regained his breath. Slowly, he eased out of him as he began to soften, and lowered his feet gently to the ground once more. "Ugh, the water got cold already..." Chris remarked tiredly as he felt the stream of water behind him. "So much for being clean and shiny for our date, hm?"

"Yeah well, I'm sure the water will warm up again later." Cyril kissed Chris on the lips and sighed comfortably. "By the way, you owe me a back massage, this tile is hell on my delicate back." He grinned and patted Chris on the rear as well as he could reach. "And oh my.. it looks like it's going to rain.." He said in referrence to a small window above the shower that showed a cloudy, dark looking sky. "We'll just have to stay in and cuddle all day."

"Hmmm...I'm fine with that. All of that tired me out, anyhow." He wrapped Cyril in a small embrace and kissed his cheek. "Let's dry off and climb into bed for the day, then." Suddenly, he frowned as a thought occurred to him. "Wait, didn't Albert say something about us working today? I thought we didn't have to work today, and that's why we decided to drink last night. Am I missing something here?"

Cyril laughed a little. "He was probably teasing us, Chris." He said, hoping the other would by that excuse, for it was wrong as can be, if he got a call from Wesker giving the word, he'd have to haul ass out of Raccoon city or else fight off a hoarde of zombies so Albert could begin his controlling of the world. "You know he can be that way all teasing and scary and whatnot."His phone then vibrated and when he saw it was Albert he laughed nervously. "Or maybe we do have to work." He answred the phone with a "Yeah?"

"Get to work, Cyril. The infected have evolved and are headed your way. Infection will be in your part of the city in about thirty minutes. I suggest you get going."

Cyril sighed and hung up. "Hey! we kind of need to go. Boss says there is work so there's work." He dressed quickly and grabbed Chris' car keys."I'm serious like we have thirty minutes to evacuate this area..."

Chris tugged on his pants and shirt as quickly as he could, pulling his boots on soon after. "Evacuate? What the fuck is going on?" He frowned and stopped what he was doing for a moment. "Cyril......that situation you and Wesker mentioned earlier...it wasn't hypothetical, was it? You were really going to kill me, and you're really unleashing something terrible on everyone...." He put his face in his hands for a moment, waiting for Cyril's answer.

"Were going to kill you Chris, but like we mentioned, we like you a little too much to kill you now." Cyril said as he bustled about. "And it's not that terrible, those worthy of survival, will survive. The others.. well.. they're just people." He sighed as he realized that Chris would probably not go with him. "Look, I asked you to answer honestly, so are you saying you wont go?"

Chris hesitated for a couple more minutes, his face still in his hands. Then he rubbed his face like he was waking himself up, and put his hands at his sides. "No, I'm going." He shook his head. "I told you I would join you, and I'm not going to make that a lie." He looked into Cyril's eyes. "Let's go wherever we need to go, now, before I change my mind."

Cyril smiled at Chris' words and ran out the door, gesturing the other to follow him. This part of the city was still normal but the people were panicky and wondered what happened in the rest of the place they lived in as news broadcasts showed pictures of the infected. He smiled and immediately found Chris' car, starting it up. "Chris, have you ever heard of Umbrella?"

Chris got into the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt out of force of habit. "Umbrella...yeah, I've heard of it, but I don't really know much about it. Just rumors and stuff. What does it have to do with this? Is Umbrella responsible?" He looked at Cyril, starting to see where it might all come together eventually, once a few more things were explained to him.

"Yup. I'm part of it all too. You see, anyway we're, that is to say the company, are unleashing a virus on this town that will soon infect the world. And I was told I get to keep you, so I'm saving you.." Cyril said with a small smile. "I know you're going to be angry and all but...we're kind of taking over the world"

"Wait, who said you get to keep me? Was it Wesker? He's playing an important part in all of this, isn't he, so what's his role?" Surprisingly, Chris wasn't all that angry. He supposed he would find the appropriate time and location to be angry later, but this was definitely not it. He was more or less at Cyril's mercy, though he didn't think the man would do anything to him. He wanted to keep him, after all.

"His role is actually unleashing the virus and taking over the world. You see... I was supposed to distract you so you wouldn't be a bother to his plans because believe it or not you've ruined his plans like four times already. Anyhow, he had me in sleeper mode but that was disrupted because he woke me out of it and anyhow, he decided to set things off early and I get to keep you because.. well let's face it, we both are attracted to you.."

"Wow..." Chris just stared out the windshield for a few moments, then directed his attention away from the things outside. The reactions of the people, and the already apparent destruction, was a little disturbing, he admitted to himself. "Well, I didn't mean that you couldn't keep me or anything. I want you to, both of you. I just had to know who was in charge." He laughed a little. "I know I probably shouldn't joke about it, but I wonder how I ruined his plans. I don't even know how I did it." He grinned in a rather typical Chris-fashion.

"He mentioned something about a few missions you have gone on where you destroyed lab equipment that had a few developing viruses in the vials or something like that.He wouldn't go into too much detail. He also said you destroyed a creature he created once and he had to play it off as though it was a rabid infected dog.. or something like that." Cyril said with a laugh. "Silly isn't it?" He finally pulled into a huge parking garage and led the other to an elevator. "This will take us to the labs where Wesker will be joining us after he's done unleashing hell on the city."

Chris frowned as he vaguely remembered those times, then smiled as he realized how perfect this new role was for Wesker. It fit him so beautifully, being sort of an evil mastermind bent on taking over the world...it sounded so ridiculous and cartoonish in his head. "So, then...I have another question. Where do I fit into your plans? Am I just going to be a sort of pet, or did you two have something in mind?"

"You fit because you're someone that Wesker and I both love very much." Cyril said with a grin. "Wesker didn't want to admit it, but he started getting the hots for you a long long time ago and I was attracted to you as soon as I saw you.' Cyril replied, flipping his phone to radio the troops below them that they were approaching and that everything wasn't a security breach.

"I...whoa, wait. A long time ago? Damn, how long have you two known each other?" Chris shook his head. "Nevermind, I don't really want to know how long this plan has been in the works. It might disturb me. But I guess...it's really interesting to know that he's wanted me all along." He wondered why, then, that he had never responded to any of his advances, but decided not to ask Cyril. He could ask Wesker himself, and it would make him feel less like he was using Cyril to get to the more powerful man.

"Well.. I've known him since I was a baby..." Cyril replied. "He and a man named William Birkin raised me and I am part of their experiments." He smiled a little and led the other down more hallways, turning this way and that and finally came to a door where he swiped a card he had hidden in his belt, did a retina scan, a fingerprint scan and a small dna scan and he was let in. "This is Wesker's office so.. it's pretty well protected." The blonde wasn't there with them yet but they were to wait.