Summary: It should have just been a regular morning for Chris Redfield. He should have been just heading out for his usual every day job. So why did he wake up to find a certain puppy eared male in his bed?

Author's note: It'll have a slower update while I'm still working out these other three stories. But I am almost done with chapter 2. And I do so far like this story granted the ideas are still building. XD Changed just the first chapter so many times.

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My Pet Peeve 01

Semi, the unique form of a human. What was a semi, people might ask. A semi was a human that developed animal like features such as ears and tails, usually of a canine or feline breed. Though they are still very much like a normal human, there are a few differences to them. For one, they pick up the abilities of the creatures their extra parts resemble. For canine types, their sense of smell is heightened. They can fun fast, hear better, and often times could sense when danger was near. Feline types show more grace being able to climb quicker than a normal human, see further, smell better, and had eyes that really resembled a cats. They are also rather fast when it comes to running.

All semis were known for liking human contact and warm bodies. Apparently semis are bad with holding in their own body heat and therefore they snuggle with humans in order to keep themselves warm.

So when Chris woke up that morning to find himself not alone in his warm, cozy bed, his former military training kicked into gear. He slipped from out of the bed quickly, his gun in hand from under his pillow as he pointed it towards the bed. There was no response to his movements but he kept his gun trained on the covered mountain of sheets and reached over turning the lights on. What surprised him first was the sight of two small dog ears peeking out from underneath the hill of blankets. There was also a dog tail peeking out as well, thumping very unenthusiastically against the mattress.

Unless a stray dog had made its way into his home, which seemed unlikely since he was up on the second floor and a dog would need hands to open any doors, he had an intruder here. Taking a hesitant hand, Chris reached out pulling the sheets back slowly. His frown turned to confusion as he saw the young male semi laying there for all the world looking like an innocent child as he slept there. He'd apparently taken notice that his human radiator had moved as he frowned reached out with his hand at the place Chris had original been laying. He didn't seem happy about the lack of a body there, the face twisting up before intriguing hazel eyes opened up sleepily.

"Don't make any sudden moves," Chris said keeping his gun aimed at the young semi. The male continued to lay there, the frown not leaving his face for a second. "What are you doing in my house? And in my bed for that matter."

The male didn't seem like he wanted to talk at first, his eyes staring up at Chris as if he was the one who had done him wrong. Really, Chris didn't know eyes could look so stony. What had this semi been through? But there was something else going on with his eyes as well. They seemed unclear, not completely focused. Maybe because he'd just woken up?

"I don't know," the male said finally, his eyes lowering down on the gun pointed at him. "All I remember is running away from some guys then waking up here." Chris frowned. It sounded like he was mixed up in some bad business.

"Sit up," Chris said gesturing with his gun for the male to sit up in the bed. He didn't miss the hesitation or the twinge of pain reflected in those eyes as the male sat up. Instantly, Chris's eyes shifted to the right shoulder as the sheets fell away catching sight of the blood seeping through the shirt there having already run through leaving a stain through the rest of his shirt and on down into the sheets of the bed.

"You're injured," Chris said staring as he lowered the gun.

"I was…attacked last night," the male said wincing slightly as he moved again trying to maneuver to get out of the bed. His right arm didn't look like it wanted to respond to him right then, fingers twitching slightly but otherwise staying stiffly at his side.

"Stay put," Chris said quickly rushing to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. He came back finding the male sitting on the side of the bed swaying slightly from the blood loss. It was surprising the guy hadn't passed out again. Chris stopped, kneeling in front of him and stared up at the man finding himself staring at his feature. He was young, hazel eyes staring down at him, the gaze for the most part unfocused even though they tried to focus on him.

Chris wanted to just take the shirt off but he was afraid of agitating more wounds if there were more. He could tell looking at the shirt sleeve that he'd been cut, probably by a knife. He was worried about their being even more injuries he didn't know about, like a gunshot would or other knife injuries. Gripping the shirt in his hands, it wasn't hard for him to rip it open from the already torn area.

"Damn, kid, they got you good." The gash was larger than he'd thought and he frowned staring up at the male. "Why didn't you go to the hospital?"

"Don't like them," he said looking up at him but looking far more unfocused now that whatever threat he'd sensed before was dissipating. That made sense…a lot of semi didn't like the doctors, far worse than normal humans. It was likely the doctors would end up with even worse injuries if he did take him to the hospital. Well he wasn't about to fight with this one on that.

"Fine, but we need to get this stitched up." Chris opened up the kit first pulling out a metal bar putting it between the semi's teeth. "When I start sewing you up, bite down on that so you don't bite your tongue out." He tensed up in front of Chris but nodded his head. Chris did his best not to take long, threading the thread through the needle and starting up the stitching of the open cut. He couldn't ignore the groans of pain from between the large sized lips of the semi or how the man was clenching his eyes shut against the pain, small rivers of tears coming from the corners of his eyes.

Chris's fingers were covered with blood by the time he finished. The metal bar fell from the semi's lips followed by a glob of saliva as he panted hard, his body quaking and looking much paler than it had earlier. It didn't stop Chris from checking him over and lifting the shirt to see if there were more injuries that needed immediate attention. He kept his eyes from trailing too far down at the knowledge that the male wasn't wearing anything besides the white t-shirt. A glance at the floor showed he didn't have any shoes with him and was further confirmed when Chris lifted his leg up to see the soles of his feet noticing the bruises and black soot of running on the street top.

The bedroom window was partly ajar, a sign that the male must have come through there to get into Chris's bedroom. He must have hid here to escape from the guys chasing him and as a result crawled into the bed with Chris to stay warm. The problem Chris was having though was why the guy seemed like he had nothing else on him besides this shirt? There were indentions around his ankles and wrists that seemed to indicate captivity. And when he looked at his chest he could see the tight skin that pulled against ribs where more meat should have been. Had he just escaped from some kind of kidnapper? There were even small puncture wounds on his neck indicating some kind of drug injections.

The hazel eyes were having a hard time of staying open as his head lolled slightly. When his body started to fall forward, Chris reached up catching him to keep him steady. "Whoa there. Don't go passing out on me."

"Sorry," he said though he barely even cracked his eyes.

"…What's your name?" Chris said to keep him talking. Reaching down he finally removed the shirt before pushing the male back to lie on the bed. He would have liked to change the sheets from the blood soaked one, but for now he'd have to let the male rest. Maybe he'd get him cleaned up and moved to the guest room.

"…Piers…" the man said, his head lolling to the side as he already started to pass out again. "…Nivans…"

"Piers Nivans," Chris repeated as he half covered the body so he wasn't completely exposing his goodies to the world. He still wanted to clean the wound up and get it bandaged up. "Sounds like a really unique name." A hum was all he got in response for his words. "My name's Christopher Redfield. My friends just call me Chris though."

"Chris…" Something about the way the name came off those lips sent a shiver through Chris's body. But he ignored it, his priority more focused on getting Piers cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. He might as well call Leon Kennedy down at the department and tell him that he wasn't going to be coming in today. Well it wasn't like he took a lot of days off from work anyway.

Standing, Chris grunted as he made his way towards the bathroom. He didn't give a second glance to the piles of dirty clothes he had just lying miscellaneously around the bedroom floor. Heaven forbid he make a trek down the stairs to the kitchen, which he was going to have to do if he expected to make some food for his sudden charge.

It didn't take long to get Piers all cleaned and bandaged up. Though he'd admit it took a good five minutes to find anything remotely clean in his closet. He did find some of his old military gear that he couldn't fit into anymore thanks to all the working out he'd done over the years. It'd do though. It looked like Piers would be able to fit into them.

But for comfort's sake, he just put one of his t-shirts on the kid and a pair of sweats before carrying the light body into the guest room. He'd have to wait for the guy to wake up again to ask him about anything. He must have known something about why he'd been attacked like this.

When Chris laid him down in the bed he found himself staring down at the young male. He had a cute face on him, one he was sure had plenty of women dying to get to know him better. Even just the baby face cheeks and pouty looking lips made him look attractive just by themselves. He had a pretty decent sized package on him too, not that Chris would ever admit to getting an eyeful of it. He tried not to think about the fact that he could still mentally hear his name coming off those lips.

Rubbing at his head, Chris left the door cracked before heading back to his room. He stopped at his nightstand picking up his cellphone. Christ, was it really only four in the morning? Well no way he was getting himself back to sleep now. Calling Leon and getting nothing but the voicemail, he left a quick message saying that he wasn't going to come in today and that he'd give him the details on why later. Granted it wasn't any of Leon's business anyway. But he didn't feel like dealing with the male's interrogating questions.

Grumbling he pulled the sheets off the bed going down the hallway past the clutter of magazines and miscellaneous junk he never bothered to look through before tossing aside. There were plenty of beer bottles and pizza boxes that he wasn't surprised to see some roaches skittering away when he came to the kitchen cutting the light on. No, nothing out of the ordinary here. He wasn't even bothered by the dirty dishes in the sink or the left over dinner still sitting on the stove from last night that made him grumble and rub at his stubbled chin. The washer and dryer were located inside a closet in the kitchen and he didn't bother with the small details of fabric softener as he tossed the sheets inside with some soap and started it up before looking around the kitchen.

He wasn't known to be the neatest person nor was he the most organized as he spent most of his time between sleeping, working, and catching up on paperwork that he really didn't try his hardest to finish. He was more the out in the field type and always hated coming back to type up the reports from his cases. He'd have thought his time in the military, as short as it had been, would have trained him better on keeping things neat. But then again he was never the type to follow orders anyway.

He didn't even want to think about the pile of papers and books and medals lying carefree around his small, personal office. It might have been that little bit of information, the knowledge that he didn't care to clean up after himself that caused him to get in and out of relationships so quickly. He'd just broken up with Jill a few days ago, something he still didn't like thinking about. She'd tried to change him, even tried to help him around the house when she'd visit. But it was always for nothing. She couldn't stop his bad habits. Couldn't stop him from going out to drink only to come back home completely drunk or to the point that she actually had to go pick him up from the bar. She couldn't make him stop smoking on the cancer sticks he'd become addicted too. And she couldn't stop him from getting into his depressive state as he thought back to the men he'd lost over the years under his command since working with BSAA investigation unit.

They weren't the military. No they were something completely different, a completely different unit that serviced the investigation of strange and unusual happenings. He didn't mean wimpy stuff like ghost and goblins. Rather he meant the kind of things that were manmade, things that if brought down on mankind, could destroy them all.

Chris shook his head. No need to go thinking about that right now. He was off until he could figure out what to do with his sudden roommate. He headed back upstairs taking with him a few crackers and a glass of water. When he went back into the guest room he took a seat in the chair by the bed, setting the crackers and water on the nightstand. Piers was still asleep, his lips slightly parted to let out an exhale of breath. He wasn't sure how long the kid would be out for but he knew he'd probably be hungry when he woke up.

Well at least for now, he'd allowed the kid some time to rest. He'd just have to wait till he was better to figure out what to do with him. In a strange way, it was almost like he'd gotten himself a pet puppy. That thought actually put a smile on his face. How would the guy react if he woke up with a collar on his neck saying that he was Chris's property? Probably not very well. But what'd you expect if you just went sneaking into people's houses? He was lucky it happened to be Chris's home and not some pervert's with a pretty boy fetish.

TBC….