Once again pulled into his captain’s office for his persistent refusal to follow the simplest of rules, Chris allowed a friendly, disarming smile to grace his lips as he marched confidently across the threshold and stood to attention before Wesker's desk. It was a smile which hid a multitude of anxieties and one he had perfected over time to hide less savoury emotions from his expressive face.

The cigarette which jutted from his lips, clenched delicately between his teeth, burned almost as defiantly as Chris' eyes – his gaze blazing with the boldness which came naturally and always seemed to lead him into situations like this.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?"

Refusing to pull his attention up from the report he was skimming his eyes across, Wesker waited a full beat before closing the file, placing it atop his desk and raising his head up to meet Chris’ gaze. His expression was as neutral as ever, that unshakable stoicism grating in how easily it seemed to sit on his proud features.

Hair slicked back, the only minor imperception in Wesker’s appearance was the slight irritation which settled in his eyes like a shadow as his familiar dark glasses hung unused at the buttoned apex of his deep blue shirt. It was an irritation which only appeared to deepen as Wesker took in the brazenness of the offending cigarette still being held within Chris’ mouth.

"Don't waste my time, Christopher. It’s beneath us both. You tell me exactly why I want to see you."

Oh yeah. Definitely irritated. An emotion which sparked the faintest amusement in Chris’ chest as he took great pride in being one of the few S.T.A.R.S members who ever seemed to achieve such a consistent feat when it came to their stony captain.

"I was smoking at my desk." Chris confessed immediately, knowing that he was undeniably caught as he took another small inhale of the cigarette, catching the small flecks of falling ash in his right hand and rubbing them into the fabric which covered his hip.

He could get away with pushing some rules, but fucking up his captain’s carpet with cigarette ash was something he didn’t think Wesker would take with any grace. Ideally, Chris would have liked to survive this chewing out without finding himself sentenced to any additional sparring sessions as punishment; every previous spar ending with him having his ass kicked by the surprising speed and strength which Wesker delighted in deploying in order to smash him roughly into the thick mats.

"And I’m smoking right now.” Chris continued, acknowledging his sins as he pulled the cigarette free and allowed it to sit between his fingers. “But, to be fair though, captain, I did get a lead on the underground narcotics ring we've been tracking. An anonymous tip proved useful but it's been a stressful week. I need a smoke."

Wesker stood from his chair in one fluid movement, his body sliding around the small office to allow him to perch his ass against the hard wood of his desk while his arms folded themselves across his chest in a clear physical display of his disapproval. Taking in the obvious displeasure, Chris steeled his spine and stood taller.

“Why do you believe that rules do not apply to you?”

It was only a cigarette and Chris barely refrained from an eyeroll as he returned the cigarette within to his mouth and prepared to argue his point.

“I didn’t say that. It’s not that the rules don’t apply, but-”

“Don’t try to justify your foolishness.” Wesker interrupted sharply, taking in the slight jump in Chris’ jaw at the disruption with a quirk of his brow. "This is a no smoking office, Christopher. I will not have the stink of it on my uniforms or my equipment. Miss Valentine seems capable of following that exact same rule, always taking her smoke breaks outside. Are you less competent than her?"

"It's only a cigarette." Getting defensive as Wesker went for the mild humiliation which he knew always scored a reaction, Chris took a sharper inhale of the cigarette and felt the instant soothe of the nicotine - almost enough to quell the constant uptick in his heart whenever he stood so closely to Wesker when he was in one of these moods of his.

Moving quicker than Chris could anticipate Wesker snatched the cigarette free of his mouth and Chris startled as he felt the faintest brush of Wesker's ungloved fingers against his chapped lips. Staring dumbly and in pure shock as his whole body went painfully rigid, Chris watched while Wesker brought the cigarette to his own mouth and took a short and achingly measured inhale.

Tasting the smoke, Wesker felt a slight twitch in his eye as disgust rolled through his stomach at the oppressive, cloying sensation of it filling his mouth. It was brash and repulsive; harsh against his sensitive palate. However, buried deep beneath the smoke, the subtle dampness of the cigarette was undeniable - Chris's saliva having soaked into the paper where it was held between his teeth.

Disappointed to taste nothing but the smoke itself, Wesker's momentary frustration at having discovered nothing new about such a foolish addiction won out and he came to a snap decision.

"Captain, wha-"

Chris' words died in his throat as Wesker blew the thin plume of smoke which sat within his mouth back into his face - the cloud choking him in both its familiarity and also pure surprise as he watched Wesker studying his reaction with a recognisable intensity.

Ignoring the fresh twitch in his cock as heat flooded his gut, Chris adjusted his footing as he instantly became aware of just how tight his uniform felt where it clung to his suddenly sweating frame. The surprise of what had just happened made his mind fracture, a disbelief in his own immediate lived experience making his mouth hang open as the residual taste of smoke touched at his senses.

The puff of smoke felt intimate in a way which sparked impossible images within Chris' head.

Wesker shotgunning him properly, their lips pressed together to allow for maximum transfer as he relished in the impossible taste of his captain. The sizzle of a cigarette as it threatened to touch at the sensitive skin of his chest and thighs - the ash streaking across his thick muscle as Wesker's intense gaze drank in his own, looking for any little change or hint of discomfort as he menaced the sensitive skin.

The shock of it all made Chris' brain fuzzy with a sharp and sudden desire and he sucked in what little of the smoke he could as his body reacted before his mind could catch up. His desire for his captain was nothing new but this? This was a step in a direction which Chris knew would be difficult to claw his way back from, the image of Wesker blowing smoke into his face already solidifying itself into his mind for later consideration when his body was soaked in sweat and his cock was hard between his fingers.

"Try nicotine patches." Wesker suggested, or demanded, it was difficult to tell. A subtle, pink wash sat high on his cheeks and Chris momentarily wondered if he regretted the impulsive, intimate move. "And get out of my office."

Blinking at the sudden dismissal, Chris asked the first question which jumped into his whirling mind.

"Can I have that back?"

"No." Wesker answered simply, stubbing the half-smoked cigarette out on his S.T.A.R.S badge - a move which further short-circuited Chris' brain for a moment as he watched the dulled ash fall to the cheap carpet at their feet. “I will not ask you to leave twice.”

His feet moving although he wasn’t quite sure he could feel them against the carpet, Chris turned on his heel and walked free of Wesker’s office with a vaguely dazed expression as he hunched his body slightly to hide the shameful hardness which was only barely contained by his tight briefs. Utterly dumbfounded and painfully aroused, he stormed back to his work desk and settled into his chair with a deep exhale.

“Oof, I know that look.” Jill muttered, looking past her monitor to meet Chris’ eye with vague amusement. “Did he chew you out? I told you not to smoke in the office, dumbass. Especially when he can see you from that prison of his. Sometimes I think you just like winding him up.”

“Yeah…winding him up.” Chris repeated, his hand rising to rub along the back of his neck as he quickly and subtly adjusted his groin enough to hide the very obvious evidence of his arousal where it pressed against his uniform. “He’s being a real hardass today.” He added after a moment, unsure why he felt the need.

“I’ll give him a wide berth then.” Jill agreed with an easy laugh before dropping her eyes back to her computer screen. “Maybe stop pushing his buttons so the rest of us can relax a bit, hmm?”

With his back to the closed blinds of Wesker’s office, something primal within Chris’ chest knew that a pair of keen blue eyes were watching him closely through the thin slats even as he also returned his attention to his own computer screen. Trying to focus on updating the paper work for his ongoing narcotics case, the adrenaline which thrummed through his veins made his fingers shake and it was only when those same fingers instinctively reached for the pack of smokes which sat within his top drawer that Chris thought better of it and pulled his hand back.

Maybe, this once, he would let the rules apply to him.