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That afternoon before the big meeting Wesker kissed Chris in his office as usual. It was a throw away kiss, with no time or reason to linger over it. As if it was just another day. As if he everything wasn’t falling apart, and he hadn’t just been ordered to sacrifice them all.  

    …in relief.

Wesker calmly put another bullet into the irritating viral reject to finish it off, his mouth a hard line. This might have been the most infuriating day of his life, between the mansion’s absurd puzzles and the grim orders he was less than thrilled to carry out. Sacrifice the STARS team? HIS team? Umbrella asked for much–

“Captain Wesker, you’re alive!” The sound of Chris’ voice rang with sharp relief as he bounded around the corner, breaking Wesker’s train of thought.

“Chris, you’re alive–” Wesker began. Not that he thought his best man would have gone down easy. Still he coldly tried to shut down the part of him that was pleased.

“My words exactly!” Wesker didn’t have any time to react before the other man practically tackled him into a hug, kissing him breathlessly.

Wesker returned the kiss of course. Chris would only be suspicious if he didn’t. Relief, regret and irritation mingled in the embrace. For a moment, Wesker wondered if he should kill the man here. If it would be a kindness.

He couldn’t do it. He told himself he was a cruel man.

Wesker had called Chris’ name.  

Had called his name in agony, and desperation, and it had short-circuited every switch and self preservation instinct there was in Chris’ brain.

When the former S.T.A.R.S. captain had reached out for him with his ruined arm Chris had simply reached back for him.  

Let himself be pulled from the chopper into the burning hellscale of the mountain. 

They were burning–it was what they deserved–   they were burning together. 

Together.  

The idea that Chris could outlive Captain Wesker was an evil fantasy, a nightmare that could not be bourn. 

One last kiss, before the end of the world. 

The dog lies down with his master.