This will be at least a two shot, maybe longer. As requested by welkelly on tumblr, this small series will feature more of dom!Piers. c:
"So, you weren't anywhere nearby when this happened?"
Piers lifted his head from its downward angle at the voice, body leant forward with his elbows at his knees. Jill watched him; wondering, not accusing.
"If I was, he wouldn't be in there." He motioned down the hall to the side.
Jill followed the movement with blue eyes that trailed down the path of the hospital walls, as if willpower alone would summon one of the doctors there to inform them of the status.
Piers sighed, "We split up to infiltrate from two entry points. I was on the other side of the building while the fighting was going on. By the time we regrouped, he was out if it already." His gaze dropped back to his hands that fumbled around each other impatiently.
"There were too many on his side. We didn't know what to expect when we went in." He shifted slightly in his chair, uncomfortable at having to wait.
"Chris knows the risks," Jill insisted, "He also knew something like this could happen. That doesn't mean he won't pull through."
"He will," Piers was firm about it, eyes snapping back to the brunette. "He has to."
Jill watched him for a moment, thoughtful. "You're right."
"Excuse me," The feminine voice had them both turning their heads toward the sound. The doctor offered a small, reassuring smile to the both of them. "The surgery went much better than we first presumed. We're going to have to keep him with us for a while, but the Captain will be just fine."
Two heavy exhales resounded, almost simultaneously.
"Good," Jill had said.
"When can we see him?" Although the news had calmed his nerves, Piers couldn't fully relax until he saw Captain Redfield's condition for himself.
"Well… We'll need to keep a close eye on him to be sure, but I can let you go in for a short time. You won't be able to stay."
Piers was already on his feet before she finished, he brushed by the doctor and started a pace down the hall. "What room?"
The woman blinked, turning on her heel as Jill rose from her own seat. "Uhm, 204."
"Thanks," Jill said as she slipped by to try and catch up with the ace, who rounded a corner at the end of the hall just as the doctor called out after them, "He may still be out of it from the morphine we injected before surgery!" The brunette waved a hand to acknowledge that she'd heard before she disappeared from the woman's view, her blue eyes turned toward the sniper who never slowed his movements until he reached the proper door and entered without a word.
Piers swallowed hard the moment he stepped inside. Due to the lighting being set to a minimal, the room was covered in a darkened hue but it did nothing to hinder the hazel eyes that took in the sight, making notes of all the damage that had his hands balling themselves into fists.
There were bruises that aligned the masculine face, with various scrapes tracing all the way down to his collar. A particularly large gash near the Captain's forehead was smoothed over with a bandage, hidden stitches in place underneath. It only got worse the further down Piers looked, although most of it was covered. Gauze was wrapped firmly over the better half of the torso, and all the parts that hadn't been shielded from view were a mixture of dark purple with markings of red.
There was a hand on his shoulder, a squeeze. He didn't offer Jill a glance as his eyes scaled back up the body in search of brown orbs, only to find them still closed. He took a step forward, the hand over him fell away with the movement as his feet carried him closer where he hovered just at the side of the bed.
"Captain?"
There was an almost unseen shuffle from the older man, then a slight furrow of his brow. Brown eyes remained shut.
"Captain," He tried again, only slightly louder. He was unsure whether the other man was asleep, or merely somewhat more unaware due to the drugs they had to pump through his system.
There was a flutter, a shift under lids before they opened to reveal the dark pools underneath. It took a moment before everything registered and Chris gave a small smile. "Piers. Hey," There was a gruffness to his voice that was out of place.
"Don't go ignoring me now, big guy." Jill stepped a bit closer, almost shoulder to shoulder with the young ace.
"Jill," Chris gave a tired nod in her direction before his eyes roamed back to Piers.
"How do you feel?"
The Captain blinked slowly, trying to focus on worried hazel. "Aside from the room spinning, not bad. That is, until the meds wear off."
"You'll tough it out," Jill reassured. "I think we've both had worse."
"And the men?"
"Safe and sound, Captain." Piers had his gaze averted now, "Only minor injuries." His tone was the same as always with features still stern, yet something was off.
"Including you?"
There - it was small, but there was a hesitation. "Yeah."
Silence filled the room thereafter for a time, nothing but awkward shuffles and the occasional glance.
Jill sighed softly, barely audible. "The doctor said we wouldn't have much time to visit. I'm glad to see you're okay, Chris…" She paused, blue eyes shifting momentarily to Piers and then back. "…But I think the two of you need to talk." She moved, one hand outstretched to give her old partner a pat on the knee hidden beneath the blankets before she turned to leave, sparing one last glance toward the sniper. This time Piers did look up, hazel meeting blue as the brunette gave a knowing nod, smile placed over smooth lips as she backed away.
Jill exited the room, shutting the door behind her.
Everything went silent again.
Piers could feel eyes on him as he seated himself in a chair but didn't meet them with his own, jaw tensing the more he gazed across the battered body. "It was better that you weren't there when it happened." The words had the sniper furrow his brow in confusion, finally lifting his head to meet brown oculars.
"You would have done something stupid," The tone wasn't angry or accusing, just… Blatant, knowing. But he was probably right.
"I'd have kept you safe, Captain." No matter what it took.
Chris didn't argue, "I know."
They eyed each other for a time after that, both considering the words shared between them. Piers let one of his hands move to rest over the Captain's with fingers interlaced, and immediately he felt a soft squeeze.
"Thanks."
Piers frowned, "For what?"
Chris didn't say anything, just gave a smile before his eyes drooped shut. Piers had to wonder if it wasn't the morphine talking for him.
One of the nurses slipped into the room to do a once over; checking on each of the machines, making sure the Captain was stable and comfortable. As the man made his way back around to leave, he motioned toward Piers. "We're going to need you to leave for the night. I'm sorry, but you can always come back tomorrow."
The sniper exhaled, eyes still transfixed on Chris. He felt another squeeze against his hand before he released his hold to stand, reluctant to go even if he was being forced to. "I'll be back to see you again," Although he didn't strictly say it, the words acted as a promise.
Chris nodded, eyes still closed as he heard the retreating footsteps, then the sound of the door.
Reality started to blur as he dwindled at the edge of sleep, and the room finally began to settle in around him. He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there listening to the beeping machines nearby before there were already more noises of someone coming back again. His nostrils flared with a released breath, too tired to try and chance a look. Chris assumed it was one of the doctors or nurses scurrying about again.
That was until something settled down on the bed next to him, followed by the feeling of fingers over his cheek, soft with their movements and mindful of his injuries as they sought out the skin. Lids flickered open so that brown irises could settle on the source, surprised the moment his vision focused.
"Piers? I thought you weren't supposed to-"
"I'm not. They just didn't see me come back."
Although it wasn't surprising for the ATL to be able to sneak around with such ease, surely the doctors would check in often and find him eventually. Piers seemed to consider the expression he must have held over his features without realizing it. "We have time before their next check-in."
Chris frowned. To do what?
The hand at his cheek dipped lower, a gentle trail down the side of his neck to his chest, where it hovered just above the gauze there and left a tingling sensation behind on the skin.
"You can feel that?"
"Yeah…"
"Does it hurt?" Soft. Curious.
Not at all, "Feels nice, actually."
Piers smiled, that wonderful curve to his mouth that Chris had only seen a handful of times. "We were all worried about you."
"I know."
The sniper's expression turned more serious, "Don't do that again, Chris."
His name. Such a rare thing to fall from those perfectly full lips, and he found his eyes lowering to them as they moved closer. Suddenly Piers had broken the barrier of personal space between them, and it wasn't unwanted. The feeling of a mouth enveloping his own had Chris closing his eyes, parting the way for a curious tongue that nudged itself against his.
Maybe it was just the drugs, but it felt right. Normal.
The sound from the nearby monitors came in slightly quickened beeps to match the beating of his heart. He almost couldn't believe it, but he didn't want to not believe it.
There was a shift on the bed, careful movements that had a leg thrown over him at the thighs, making sure to avoid the injuries as the surface dipped around him to accommodate the weight.
Now seated firmly on top of the other man with no resistance, Piers had his hands roaming across the skin that was exposed. Fingertips graced over large grooves of muscle which formed amazingly sculpted abs, tender in their movements on the bruised skin that shivered ever so slightly under the caresses from warm digits.
His lips pulled back, hovering above the Captain's with just enough room to breathe. Piers felt strong hands over his clothed hips that rubbed in rhythmic circles, encouraging him.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Chris had said, but never made a move to indicate he wanted it to stop.
"I know."
That wonderful mouth was back over his own, and neither one minded the silence it brought between them as he felt the sniper's hands delve lower, fingers toying with the drawstring of the patient given attire. They tugged the small knot loose, enough so that a hand could slip under the band around his waist.
Chris groaned the moment he felt fingers clench around his cock, squeezing gently to make it stiffen under the touch. He felt the curl of another smile against his lips at the sound, and the Captain tightened his hold over the lean figure on top of him, hands clutching at his hips.
Piers started a slow pump over the flesh in his palm, slipping across the heated length that gradually erected it to fullness. "Piers," The name was quietly spoken between shared kisses, a soft encouragement to keep going.
"I'll take care of it," The younger man ensured, his free hand tugging at the waistband of the hospital pants to lower the garments down to muscled thighs. Piers kept a steady rhythm, fingers graced over the span of the thickened prick with teasing tugs, all while his other hand worked his zipper open.
Chris gasped at the friction of a hardened length pressing to the underside of his own, only to feel the hand working him envelop them both in a strong grip that kept flesh sealed over flesh. He bucked against the feeling, restricted under the weight of the other man who smoothed a palm over their entrapped shafts, locking them tight together.
Piers pressed forward, thrusting into the confines of his own hand, cock grinding against an equally heated length. There were a series of muffled moans from both men that reverberated into the joining of lips; lustful and needy sounds from Piers, where a noise deep and throaty with arousal came from his Captain.
It was a wonder how the nurses hadn't found them like that, wrapped up in their intimacy. The monitor beeped off the charts as Chris felt the hammering of his heart inside his chest, far beyond what was normal. He didn't care that no one checked in, didn't care that they weren't on the lookout as they should have been. He didn't want the interruption, he didn't want the moment to end. There was no pain, no dizziness left over from the meds; just Piers and that deft, mischievous hand holding them together.
The grip pumped over their cocks with Piers thrusting to match it. Every movement threw them toward the edge, and Chris began arching against him in a crave for more, control restricted and body reliant on the movements of the younger man to bring him closer.
Chris broke the kiss to rest his head back against the pillow, upturned toward the wall behind him. Piers jumped at the exposure, his lips latched themselves down on the Captain's neck with his tongue smoothing over the marks of bruising. The result was a soft groan from low in his throat, and Piers felt the jugular vibrate against his mouth as he applied soft suckles, his teasing hand never slowing to a halt as he tasted the salty expanse.
Drips of precum started to ooze from the slit at both of their tips, and Piers let his thumb brush over the sensitive areas to slicken it down the rest of their lengths. He heard the intake of breath, felt the soft stir from the heated body below, then increased the pace of his movements that had the hands over his hips squeezing until it nearly hurt. Chris was holding himself back, trying to draw the span of time they were intertwined over each other out for as long as he could. But it couldn't last forever, he already felt the twitch from his prick, hovering near the end.
"It's okay," Piers soothed between quickened breaths, knowing. "You don't have to- ngh," He cut himself off with a grunt, dwindling right there at the edge alongside the man below.
It was all that was needed and Chris couldn't contain himself, back arching off the bed as streams of white squirted from his shaft with Piers following behind him immediately. The Captain felt the bite of teeth over his throat, a mild pain dulled out by the pleasure, and Piers let his hand tighten its hold as he pumped, milking the both of them until they were dry.
Piers retracted his lips from the exposed throat, eyes seeking out the features of the man underneath him who stared from half lidded eyes. They stayed like that for a time, their rugged breaths slowly steadied themselves as the moments drifted on. The monitor slowed, the beeps gradually returned to a normalized pattern, the sound left unheard to their ears.
"Piers-"
"Glad you're okay, Captain."
Chris felt the younger man release his hold, his hand now slick with thick juices as he leveraged himself from the position with his opposite one. The Captain eyed him as he walked to the side to wash the mess away in the sink nearby, then tucked himself back into his pants. Seeing it made Chris mindful of his own state of dress, and his hands reached down to pull the fabric back over his hips just as the ace returned to his side. Piers seated himself near the edge of the bed, still close and well within an arms reach.
"I'll stay as long as I can," The sniper promised, a hand placing itself back over his Captain's.
Chris nodded, "I'd like that."
Conversation hardly delved beyond that as they sat together, the silence speaking volumes for them in the absence of words.