[Resident Evil] [ABO] Gugela For Private

"I'm fine," the man said in a single word. Chris understood that he wanted to make himself look better, but such a blunt tone was a bit weak as an excuse, not to mention his current situation and no facts. It was a little too far away, "K—cough cough—" He coughed and suppressed his cough before Beta could react.

"You—can you sit up?" Chris smiled wryly watching the other person's movements, and Beta pulled his wrist out of the other's empty palm, and held his arm so that the patient could use his strength. Omega sat up obediently, he still looked very weak, his face was bloodless pale, but his eyes suddenly became clear from the drowsy air. Beta is a gender that seldom scares people, which makes Chris a little thankful for his identity—at least this Omega won’t do something unfavorable to his actions because of being too guarded, “If you need Help, I can get the doctor over for you."

"No," Omega shook his head slowly. Chris supported him against the head of the bed, and handed him another glass of water, "Thank you." , "I feel better."

"I think you need a doctor, at least, you also need a suitable inhibitor."

"No." The other party's answer was succinct and capable, with a hint of arbitrariness-this is probably the patient's privilege, Chris curled his lips.

The topic came to a standstill for an instant, and in the silence of the room, only Omega's turbid breathing could be heard. Beta stood by the bed, staring at the other person's indifferent expression, didn't know what to say for a while, and could only stamp her feet back and forth in embarrassment.

"Sir, although I know you are kind," Omega moved, and lifted the quilt to reveal his bare legs. Chris turned his head in embarrassment, and heard the bed creak, and then something rubbed against the floor Voice, "But you came uninvited, and it's time to leave now."

This is a very clear order to evict guests. Chris's heart shuddered, and he turned his head back: "Mr.—" He stopped in astonishment.

The Omega got off the bed, half leaning against the wall and twisted into a precarious S-shape, and was looking at him coldly from the corner of his eyes——Chris was a little puzzled, he didn't quite understand how he offended the other party to let his attitude change. So different in an instant.

He scratched the back of his head and spread his hands, "Okay, sir, I'll just ask a question?"

"No answer, leave now." Omega supported the low table against the wall, moved the two glasses of red wine that were a third full on the table inside, and made a gesture of invitation towards the door with the other hand, Half of the same pale wrist was exposed from under the sweat-soaked shirt. Chris' eyes fell on several protruding connective tissue scars on the wrist. Extending to the shoulders and suddenly disappearing - somewhat similar to the scars on Pierce's face, BSAA frowned.

Omega wrapped his shirt uncomfortably, and the scars were hidden deeper with his movements. Chris realized that his eyes were too revealing, and it seemed that maybe things were not that simple: "Just one question, sir, I really desperately need answers.”

"I don't know anything." Omega avoided his eyes and replied decisively. Chris saw his hands tapping on the table irritably, with an inherent and familiar two-three-three frequency, first with the ring finger The middle finger, the second segment is the little finger, the ring finger, the middle finger, and then the ring finger, the middle finger, and the index finger, and then repeat the cycle—except for Albert Wesker, he has never seen anyone use this special frequency to relieve their anxiety while waiting .

At the end of this severe winter, the Bsaa veteran felt for a moment that the room was as oppressive as the noon before a summer rainstorm.

Chris rolled over on the bed.The heat drifting down from the Acre Mountains, blowing along Center Street, blowing through the alleys of Linjiebi all the way to the bedroom, but for the joy that comes at the end of a workweek, such a heat wave is barely worth it endured.A sex that subversive enough to subvert reason can make up for everything, not to mention that the kidnapper is his boss who takes squeezing all the surplus value of his subordinates as his life creed, he must let the other party be squeezed out of something.

He opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his neck, turned his head to touch the small alarm clock on the bedside table, but found nothing.Yes, he remembered, the previous movement on the bed was too intense, they almost tore the whole bed apart, now only the things on the bedside table were swept all over the floor, which is very thankful.The young man sighed, got up with some distress, picked up the small cube alarm clock that fell on the floor, and checked it.The numbers in the fluorescence were still beating minute by minute, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, after all, this was a rare gift he could receive from the other party.

"You need a way to remind yourself not to be late, Redfield." He still remembered the expression of the middle-aged man pushing things over from the other side of the desk, and there was a flash of tenderness on the other side's face that was always so serious that it was ridiculous , but unexpectedly did not appear to be disobedient, "It will keep reminding you until you get up."

"Is this a gift?"

"No, this is a warning." His boss said without changing his face.

"Okay." Chris shrugged mentally, duplicity guy, his lover never learned to tell the truth.

The hour hand jumped to three o'clock in the morning, and the light click made Chris withdraw his thoughts. At midnight, the wind with residual heat rolled in from the window glass that was broken by Albert before the intense exercise, and poured him a horrific shower. Bad sticky sweat.The young man sighed and made a helpless grimace at the beating display of the alarm clock. This is all right. Tomorrow he not only has to apply for a new tactical watch, but also needs to go to the grocery store to buy new window glass.And the instigator——

Oh, the instigator.He turned his head to look at the empty bed, and then turned his head to look at the half-covered living room door, a faint yellow light came out, it was obvious that the person he was looking for was there.He must have been struggling in the living room with his seemingly never-ending pile of official documents. Beta wailed again, he thought he had sighed enough for the night, but obviously God didn't want to let him go.

Sure enough, when he pushed open the door, he saw the figure sitting on the sofa with his back turned. The soft light yellow of the floor lamp was blocked, only showing him a somewhat tired silhouette.

"Are you awake?" The silhouette didn't look back.

Chris rubbed his eyes and replied, "Well, are you still awake?"

"Sleep after reading it." There was a sound of flipping the paper, but the other party was still looking at the file in a leisurely manner.

"Aren't you going to be tired?" He curled his lips and walked over, sat on the other end of the sofa and wanted to catch his lover.

Albert didn't answer, just dodged to avoid the other party's intimacy, stretched out his index finger and pointed at the young man's chest muscles to block his way, "You didn't take a shower." He stated with a frown.

"That's why you don't want to go to bed." If it weren't for that sentence, Chris would have almost forgotten that his lover is a total clean freak, and sometimes the other party is so clean that he almost wonders how the guy would be happy This is a group of people who roll in the dust every day. Beta couldn't help laughing, but still stretched her head forward dissatisfied, "Just a minute, I'll take a shower right away," he begged.

"No." The middle-aged man stared straight at Chris. He didn't wear sunglasses, and his almost colorless eyelashes seemed transparent under the light. Against the background of such soft eyelashes, the two gray-blue pupils seemed to be It was the quiet lake surrounded by autumn reeds in the sunset, which made the young man lose his mind for a moment, and swallowed some saliva down his throat.

Then he heard the clatter of fingers on the paper, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-da-ta-ta-da-ta-da-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta- who-impatiently made him shudder, and most of the time, when he heard such a sound , it means that someone (maybe himself or his colleagues) will be unlucky, be fined to run, or be scolded severely. "Really, just for a moment, and nothing else."

The other party was still tapping on the table, for so long that Chris almost suspected that his neck was going to break, "Okay," the tapping sound stopped, and the older man put a thick stack of file folders Felling down on the table, the eyebrows that were furrowed enough to serve as sticky notes slowly let go, and the blond Omega smiled briefly—Chris had to admit, it was a beautiful smile, "Just one."

The young STARS leaped cheerfully to steal a kiss.The air suddenly froze, the heat disappeared, his captain's slightly cool lips pressed against his teeth, the smell of lemon-flavored mouthwash rolled over his palate, the fresh taste lingered on his lips and tongue, arousing a sigh of satisfaction.

"Enough." The coolness faded suddenly, and the hotness took the initiative again. Albert stepped back and pushed the young man's head away, causing a burst of complaining wailing, "Go change a set of sheets and take a shower."

Chris regretted that he was a Beta at this time. If he was an Alpha, he would have pushed his captain into the sofa long ago, instead of obediently standing up and being ordered to work, "I can ask, why did you Choose me?"

"Because of your Air Force experience?"

"Ah, no, I mean—" Chris scratched his head and made a gesture of you and me, "I mean why are you with me?"

"Well--well--" Albert also sat up, folded his hands on his lap, and said seriously, "Because you are a Beta, and Beta means safety, you have to understand, like me, I am usually an Alpha, and I am in heat. People who will become Omega in the future need some safer measures."

"Oh—" Chris stopped resentfully, dare he regard himself as a drug that is safe and has no side effects?This was not the answer he wanted.He dragged on his slippers and moved towards the bathroom, and waited at the door for a while before he came back to his senses, "By the way, after we were done, you took a shower and didn't go back to bed, but came directly to correct the official documents," he turned around, like He made a gesture that I knew, and his tone suddenly returned to cheerfulness, "It's because you saw me falling asleep. You don't want to disturb me, do you?"

"...Get out!" The pen was thrown straight at him, and the young man stepped aside, laughing wildly and closing the door of the bathroom.

In some places, Albert Wesker was a really good lover.

The suffocating heat ignited his anger, and the room instantly became a closed cage with only two people in his eyes. Chris felt that his blood was boiling, and the flames went all the way up his stomach, and his stomach acid was rolling like magma in the Kijuju area. Run into the air along the facial features.

When the road meets, the brave wins.

As soon as Chris raised his hand, he overturned the low table that Wesker had set up, and there was a sudden shoulder bump across the flying table.The moment he hit the table, he knew he had missed - the resistance was too small.He raised his head in a hurry, just as he saw Wesker swaying to avoid the smashed table on the opposite wall, he was barely able to catch two red wine glasses that flew into the air: "Sir, even if you want to have a drink with me, There's no need to do this." Chris saw him holding the glass with a fake smile on his face, and felt sick to his stomach: "Stop pretending, Wesker!"

The smile slowly froze, and Wesker's usual mean expression appeared on that distorted face, "Good job, Chris, you really deserve to be my best man[1]——"

"Shut up!" Chris felt nauseous, so he had to grit his teeth: "It really is you, you did all of this. You can use Omega pheromones to hide your identity, thanks to your idea!"

Wesker leaned back against the wall, sipping red wine leisurely, as if he was sure Chris couldn't beat him. Beta is also beating drums in his heart. He can't judge whether the other party is pretending to be in estrus or really in estrus from smell or other things, which means that he can't accurately predict the other party's actions and give early feedback.

However, Albert Wesker is not a person who can be judged by common sense.The red wine was poured over the glass suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, a man in only a white shirt skipped over Chris's head like a wind, and landed on the wall next to the window with a 180-degree flip, with his hands resting on the window sill.He looked composed, like a cat playing playfully with a mouse.However, a weak stagger when he landed betrayed him, and his frivolous steps exposed the fact that he had lost most of his abilities—maybe it was a side effect of his resurrection, or it might be a short-term impact caused by the estrus, Chris thought in his heart Make a note - when necessary, he may be able to use inducers, which were originally considered low-level methods, to suppress the opponent's ability.He glanced at Wesker's hands clenched on the window sill, his white knuckles trembling slightly, and he seemed to be reaching his limit: "The bottom is full of BSAA, you can't escape. And this is the tenth floor, so now you If you jump down, you will definitely die."

"Really?" Omega laughed, and for a moment Chris thought that the beautiful lover who was smiling at him was back, but immediately spurned his own thoughts. Omega didn't know what was going on in Chris's heart, so he continued, "I'm glad you've become much sharper than before, but unfortunately, you're still so stupid. Goodbye, Christopher—"

Beta was startled, as if time had stopped, Wesker slowly let go of his hands in front of his eyes, leaned back inch by inch, and disappeared from his eyes the moment he fell upside down from the window sill.

"No!" He rushed forward and stretched out his hand downstairs, "You insatiable lunatic!"

He caught a blank.A white open-top Google unmanned vehicle galloped past his eyes and entered the blind spot of his sight.

"Wesker!!"

tbc

2012. 12, 22

We tried to embed the "electromagnetic gun" gene into the cells of the Alpha experiment body, but they all died due to excessive mutation.It appears that the normal Alpha does not match the RNA segment of the enhanced C virus.We need more subjects.

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[1] My best man: mybestman.