🐻🕶️ Illusion AU20

Once he gets through the front door, he can practically feel the weight on his shoulders disappear. Chris doesn't hate his job, but he's no superhuman. Right now, he’s completely drained and more than happy to be home. Inside the dining room, his husband is already at the table. “Welcome home, my dear,” Albert greets before sipping his wine.

“You’re bringing out the bottle What’s the occasion” Chris asks once he sits down. A small smile plays on Albert's lips when he pours the other empty glass for him.

“Oh, nothing. You’ve been working hard this week, a little bit of relaxation won’t hurt you. Today is Friday after all.”

Friday already, huh How time flies.

Chris smiles and raises his glass. “Cheers, love.”



1998

Under the dim light inside the S.T.A.R.S office, he was pretending to work on his papers, but in reality, he was spinning his pen mindlessly at his table while badly suppressing his yawn.

His captain, still wearing sunglasses indoors like a freak, suddenly spoke to him from his private office. “You’re welcome to go home.”

“What about you” He asked back. “It’s Friday Stop sulking there and let’s go have some drinks together”

His captain laughed back at the invitation. “Is that why you’re staying late with me Finally finding an excuse to have me for your poor choice of beverages”

“Maybe”

Swiftly, his feet made their way to his captain's desk, a pile of paperworks were all neatly organized unlike his own mess. With one hand on the wooden surface, he leaned down to meet the blue eyes behind those shades. “And maybe I want to spend more time with you.”

For a moment, his captain seemed hesitant.

“Fine,” the older man rose up from the chair and entwined his arm around his shoulder. “I will indulge you for once, Chris.”



2009

He didn't hesitate when he fired the rocket launcher.

He didn't care that his old nemesis was screaming his name until the very last moment.

He didn't miss the old days when he was young and free. When things were easier. When he didn't have to kill someone he was loyal to.

He didn't tell his partners that he wasn't okay.



20

Something is causing these weird hallucinations inside his head. He wants, no, needs, to forget.

The moment he gets home, Chris immediately catches Albert’s lips once he spots him in the living room. They both stumble down on the sofa with his weight crushing down on the blond.

“Chris,” Albert hisses when Chris roughly plants a trail of kisses and bites on the side of his neck. “What’s wrong Talk to me.”

(I keep seeing different versions of you in my dreams and it's frightening me.)

“Nothing,” he says. “I missed you.”

Albert huffs, taking off his glasses and lets his hand wander up to Chris’ brown locks. “You just saw me this morning.”

(Sometimes I wonder if what I saw in those dreams were real.)

Chris just chuckles quietly while burying his head into the crook of Albert's neck. Warm and comfortable.