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WARNING! THIS IS A YAOI FAN-FIC! If yo don't like yaoi then I suggust you don't read this Mmm'kay? For those of you that do, ENJOY!
Albert Wesker was lying on his bed. He glanced over at the clock that read 3:14am.
"Shit", he muttered. Why couldn't he sleep?
"You know very well why you can't sleep", He thought. He glanced over at none other than Chris Redfield. He let his eyes slide over his body. His messy brown hair, slim boyish face. Watching his chest rise and fall with his breathing, Wesker felt something come over him. Something he hadn't felt since his parents died. Love.
Frusteraded and confused Wesker slid silently out f the bed. He grabbed the first piece of clothing he saw, which ended up being his boxers. Wesker threw them on and walked into the master-bathroom. Has he turned on the sink he looked into the mirror. His yellow-red cat eyes glowed back at him. He ran his wet hands thourgh his blond hair and sighed. Why was this so complicated? Why did he have such a hard time