Not sure I like this chapter but I don't like most my stuff! Hope you enjoy it anyway! That's the point : )
Damnit! Damn it, damnit, DAMN! Chris gulping and tugging the body out of the water, his own soaking wet as he pulled the more lithe, limp form into his lap. God he was drenched and completely limp. What had he been thinking?! Swallowing, Chris put his ear to those soft lips, listening for breath with the warm wetness clinging them together. Their clothes drenched and retaining water, making them both easily twice as heavy as they should have been. His fingers running up the back of his neck and slicking his hair back Chris tried to think rationally about what he was doing, the decision made for him before pulling the younger man up under his arms along the bank, climbing over those slimmer hips and immediately crushing his lips over those... blue... dead ones. He hadn't cared in those few seconds that the kid was a contract killer that he'd been hunting for months, that he was better off dead. It was just instinct. After having seen the body fall into the water, there was not an ounce of hesitation, horror gripping his entire frame as he dove head first after him, scooping him up. Both of them were in heavy gear, weighing them down in the water, and with the younger man unconscious, those lips sucking in lungs full of water and succumbing to demise;the B.S.A.A. agent dredged him out with urgency. Chris' chest heaved, his gun disregarded on the side of the lake, along with all his sanity. "Come on kid, breath..." he winced, watching for hazel eyes sparkling with fire to flick open and give him one of those lusty little glances that he'd gotten so use to seeing. "Damn it..." How had this happened? Chris lurched forward again, gasping a deep breath into his own saturated lungs, berating himself for working so hard to save this kid before sealing his lips over Piers, breathing down deep into his chest forcing oxygen to pump out a gurgle of water and air; bubbled up from in seizing lungs. The body in his arms pitched forward, turning to the side and hurling up the clear water that had invaded his body unwillingly, a wracking coughing stealing over him as he spat up mouthfuls of water. He was so close Chris could smell the clean shampoo that accented that naturally appealing scent of his body, slick wet clothing against his own broad expanse of a chest, instinctively wrapping his arms around the smaller frame earning a damaged laugh. "Damn kid, thought I'd lost you there..." Why he'd cared, he didn't know, but after clutching him there a moment, feeling the fine contours of Piers shaking in his burly arms, body in those tight water drenched clothes, he felt his entire body react when the press of those pillowy lips found his own. Amazingly warm and slick driving every thought from his mind except that they were alive, he was alive. They were deliciously devouring one another lethargically, tasting all the warm moisture between them. Their bodies, sopping wet but somehow it just made it more passionate, feeling every hard muscle and solid form of straining taut bodies melting into one another. The accenting wetness of their clothing only made it more obvious the longer they spent locked together, how every second was making those pants cling to his bulging muscled thighs and what lay between, outlining every part of them like a second skin. God, feeling those deft fingers diving into his pants while their lips fought for dominance, had Chris' mind blank out what he was suppose to be doing. They were soaking wet and everything clinging to them, drops falling from the short ends of Chris' cropped hair to drop and line olive toned features; grateful strokes made easier from the wetness of their bodies. He was there laying on the ground with Chris' arms under his shoulders, cupping the back of that gorgeous head, crushing their lips together, with his fingers knowingly working Chris just how he'd imagined. Experience and patience working through every well timed tug. Turning him in to Jill for interrogation was gone... He'd just killed a man and Chris couldn't care less, just those fingers wrapping around his cock and jerking him off achingly slow, with their lips locked, talented tongues massaging each other until Chris couldn't see anything but white stars and was groaning into Piers' mouth.
4months later...
"You know we have to stop meeting this way captain..." The younger man smirked, his hip popped to the side, well fitting fatigues hugging his hips and thighs with customized rigging and a tight black shirt that accented every muscle in his lithe frame. Chris had gotten well use to the look, kid made certain every time they met that Chris' was given full access to the view. The last five missions he'd been on, his target was taken out just before he arrived and his contacts all dead. High caliber rifle rounds that could have, and had taken the heads clean off the men he had been in charge of reporting to. This made the twelfth body. Chris wasn't letting the sniper escape again. He hadn't been kidding when he said he knew how to handle the big guns, that rifle he carried was major overkill for the targets he sighted, but then... all those targets were intentionally Chris.' And there he was with those fingers wrapped loving around the barrel of his pristine anti-material rifle clutched in his hands, stroking it lovingly as Chris stepped cautiously closer, curling his fingers in an all too reminiscent manner. "What's the matter captain... still trying to get your gun back? I promise, I put it in a very safe place. Besides, you weren't giving it enough attention. You just need to learn where to put it..." That damnable flirtatious tone, leaked into his voice, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip to draw attention to it, Chris swallowing the lump in his throat, reminding himself again to bring his eyes back up from those hands working magic on that weapon. Kid had ghosted him on too many occasions because of his inability to watch his movements properly. This was too goo a chance of catching him go simply because they were in so deep together that it hurt, and because Chris couldn't think with his proper head. "I could teach you if you like captain, trust me. I never miss."
Chris snarled, baring his teeth, "That so Piers?" A not so shocked expression slipped over those fine features, lifting his one hand to clap it gently against the other, the butt of his rifle resting on the ground with its shaft in the crook of his arm. "Yeah, yeah, I got that after the last one you left. Wouldn't it have been easier for you to just write it out for me?" Rolling determinedly annoyed eyes, at the heavy lidded gaze that raised in slight bemusement to Chris' expense while the great hulk of a man tried not to get tongue tangled again with his stalker. Piers had a way with words that just made him fumble at a loss over even the simplest of sentences, and every word well placed innuendo went straight to his groin. He'd stopped being able to look at him straight when they had crushed their lips together like they were meant to be back at the lake. Now all he could envision was how half choked with water they'd fused into one another like wax. It didn't look good on a captain, being so attached his his rival in the field, particularly since he'd been ghosted by this kid almost a half dozen times already. The only reason they were here now was because Chris had failed to report that incident between them to the higher ups. They didn't look high on his efforts to catch Piers having failed so many times, or the way he kept most the information pertaining to this case to himself. It wouldn't have looked good though for them to know how extensively this younger man had so thoroughly woven himself into Chris' character. After the last time... waking up with blood on the side of his head and a killer headache beside the lake, when they'd all but... This looked even worse on him when it was done because every time he got close he was getting trapped in relentless badgering from those perfect bowed tiers of his that curled every time Chris started thinking too much forcing him to explain to his superiors that he had been had once again by someone he could have fathered in high school. Like now... Those quirked lips were beautiful, and had that hypnotic way of parting just enough to reveal the way his tongue darted out to wet them, showing the tiny glint of silver stud. He'd been leaving little clues on the bodies he left behind for Chris to find, like presented to teach Chris all his little secrets. The first two were just teasers for him to get the attention that someone was killing people involved with the B.S.A.A. There had been nothing to find one those, except the skill it took to take them out, information in its own that had pointed to some over the top experienced person probably Chris' age looking to get even. It had been the empty holster, custom made for his samurai edge that had been the give away of who was leaving him the bodies, but that hadn't been until the third specialist had been taken out. The name hadn't come until he left the last one on a dock with a copy of the best of 007 DVDs tucked on the inside of his jacket. "You know I can think of less subtle ways for you to have told me your name.
"I thought it was kind cute watching you struggle through it. Honestly Captain, have you ever done a cross word in your life?"
"Not one where five across meant the number of bodies you decided to leave behind with only the damn dock being the clue. You aren't running off this time Piers. Your mine."
"Yours?... Really? And here I thought you didn't want me captain." The younger killer raised a brow, his fingers sliding down his own well built abdomen to tug up his black shirt, the hem showing a flash of olive skin when he hooking his thumb on dark fatigues and dragging them down slowly in the front, his eyes locked with the captain's that couldn't help but be instantly drawn to the teasing flesh, his naval now showing and the trail of tawny hair. The lower he tugged the span of material the harder it was becoming to remember what words had already passed in their conversation, until the fresh scar of a bullet hole was revealed where Chris had nailed him from across the lake. Thank god there was a span of twenty feet between them or else his hands would have torn the rest of his clothing off him against his will so he could suck on the tingly fresh tissue. Kid was purely hypnotic the way he moved, so rhythmic and constant where Chris was all man of action and no hesitation. "After the last time we saw each other... I wasn't sure you'd want to see me again, since I left before the happy finish. I really hope you took care of that by the way, you know not tending to one's needs can be detrimental to their health." Smiling he lifted his hand, the clothing hugging him so tight it was easy to see the taut well sculpted frame beneath, the muscled V that pointed teasingly to his crotch and letting the suggestions flow when his own eyes, fixed on him as they were, dropped on Chris' groin. His voice pouted, chewing the corner of his lip, "You aren't still mad at me..., are you?"
"No." Chris was speaking indignantly as though that should be obvious before he could even think that what he'd said sounded petty, not to mention inaccurate, just to appease those pouted lips,the urge to kiss them overwhelming. WHAT?! Damn it Chris! Of course he was mad, the least the kid could have done was wait until Chris had got off before pistol whipping him out cold. The captain shook his head, hearing that musical laughter again so sweat in his ears. Swallowing hard and wishing dearly that he just let him drown all those weeks ago so that he'd be spared this humiliation. Now all he could think about is what those fingers could do, those ones stroking his scope and the muzzle of his rifle so suggestively. "You're coming with me Piers."
"Oh but captain... I thought you enjoyed cumming for me."
He was stalling.. "Who are you Piers?" Chris took another step, trying to force his eyes up to Piers face from the way he was shifting every time Chris would take a step, canting his head to one side. Damn it how did this kid get so good there had to be a reason? He knew very well that from the beginning Piers hadn't said anything that was superfluous. Apart from the flirts he'd all but told Chris who he was, and yet he still couldn't comprehend why the kid was doing this. Why he'd chosen Chris the target of his malice... if that's what it could be called. They couldn't even peg who he was and of Chris' long list of enemies there wasn't a single person with that unique a name. He'd even cross checked the name with referenced locations he'd been, in case it hadn't been a name but a vengeance that had happened someplace specific. Taking a deep breath he opened his mouth watching the curls of smoke that matched the coils of his breath, snorting once. Striding in his huge boots, thick brows furrowed, finding the right forward motion to cross another five feet, Piers not even hedging in his position to move whatsoever.
"I'm insulted captain... I thought by now you surely would have figured it out. I'll give you one more clue, but if you can't get it by then... I'll put an end to this game, and put a bullet through your eye." Hand clutching the butt of his gun, rubbing the grip with his thumb, Chris felt the weight of those words heavy in the air between them, no playful hinting or chattering there except the full force of the threat behind them. Kid was an amazing shot, he'd seen him in action when they 'raced' to a target. Chris had won the race in speed, but Piers had flipped up his rifle in a full out run and nailed the shot without stopping his stride from almost a mile away. The gun felt strange in his hand, a 9-0-9. Standard issue from the B.S.A.A. but Chris still wasn't happy he'd been forced to part with his own thanks to this younger man. It was heavy and felt good in his hand, but so had his samurai edge. Letting it go, he lifted his stubbled jaw to examine the younger man in front of him closing another five feet between them, the rifle butt still plastered to the ground and Piers canting his head with a raised brow, curiosity floating at the front of those enchanting eyes before Chris took another step.
"Do you want your clue captain?" A slow sturdy nod that took almost a minute to finish worked through Chris, his body taking the time to adjust to a defensive stance, putting his weight into those tree trunk, muscled thighs and down to grow roots in the ground. Nine feet and a few inches between them and the only thing signalling either of them to move was when the Piers fingers suddenly stopped moving over the cool metal of his rifle, both of them instantly on each other.
Two steps and Chris threw a punch that was easily ducked, that limber waistline bent as that slimmer body moved on its heel to avoid the hit, turning out from Chris' rotation to swing a leg almost as high as his head that Chris was forced to dodge the same manner, throwing a bull's rush of his great fist toward the air where Piers had stepped around, a back handed fist aimed at the side of his head. They were hitting nothing but air, forceful moves accented by charismatic dodges until finally Chris' leg collided when he kicked into those taut oblique muscles, countered just as quickly when an arm hooked his calf, turning into Chris and colliding a right hook into his ear, boxing his senses. Shooting Chris wouldn't have stopped him at this point, the adrenaline giving him a burst to grab the fist that hit him, only to feel his balance returned as Piers dropped his leg and all but used the leverage to throw himself up and around Chris' back, the hands holding onto that limber fist used as a support to slip his leg up and around Chris' shoulder, grappling a hold while they both came tumbling down. Ankles crossed to close Chris' windpipe while the older man fell on his back, throwing a fist backward into those taut abdominal muscles that took Chris' beating with impressive fortitude. That hunkering bulging muscled elbow flew down a third time, finally relenting with the sound Chris could only attribute to a cracking rib, both rolling onto their toes and fingers before colliding with one another, Chris taking the upper hand in weight and jarring the younger man down under him. Thighs over his torso, trapping arms crossed under his weight, Chris pinned Piers under those war worked muscles, flexing to compensate whenever he felt weight pitch form side to side. Damn it this kid knew every punch before it came. "What's the matter old man, not enough Viagra this morning?" The words came out in a huff, feet clad in combat boots giving a shove off the ground for support before both knees crammed into that sturdy back, throwing Chris' weight forward enough to the slimmer body under him to slide out between his legs, rolling onto his stomach in a barrel roll, throwing his weight back onto Chris' back, forearms locking around his neck and a knee slipping behind his back, bending him over backward with his balance held on a prince like bow with Chris bent back over that one leg threatening to crack either neck or spine in one jerk. "Or maybe the dementia has finally kicked in from all those hits to the head you took over the years. Go ahead captain, tell me you don't remember this." The hand not busy gripped the holster around Chris' fatigues, the 9-0-9 safety clicking as the gun slipped against the back of his skull, grinding the muzzle into dark brown tendrils. "Still don't remember me?"
Piers seemed incredulous over Chris' silence, dropping the leg that held Chris' form up so that he smacked down on his spine with a resounding thud, the younger man lurching to his feet, the gun clicking into pieces within seconds, parts thrown to the side as hands came back up, flicking with two fingers for Chris to get back up, curling into fists. Weight on his coiled, poised fists, forcing his weight up with a shove of those great bulging forearms; hunching down and raising fists to lurch forward again. Christ the kid was fast, but Chris was physically stronger, all he needed was one well placed hit where Piers needed to wear him down. But where on earth had he learned those moves, his counters were perfect partners to each other. Every move, every new step was in rhythm and time with his own. Chris was starting to sweat, and it was apparent that Pier was wearing from blocking relentless thundering fists, beating down on him. Forearms slimmer than his own but no less muscled met his own, slipped together to make an X, using the crook to shove down the force of Chris' punch, knees meeting each other as their moves synced completely. Piers' style changing until they mirrored each other, like Chris was fighting himself. Unhappily the smaller frame relented under the Chris' superior strength, but it was evident from his expression of concentration that he wasn't turning back now that they were locked there, swinging at each other until finally they both stumbled backward. Chris felt a punch to his face already bruising, having gotten somewhere along the line, but the one on Piers' features was already dark, swelling.
"Goddamnit Piers, why are you doing this?" Chris was gasped in air, watching Piers' hands find his knees, mimicking the motion to get some fresh oxygen into his own tired lung, before shaking his head, stumbling back into stance and swallowing. "Kid... come on just tell me, you're fallen on your- " Halfway through the sentence a limber kick spun into his chest, huge rough palms catching it, throwing him off balance with a shove before the other leg swung, landing in Chris' broad side, knocking the wind from his chest before he saw the drawn weapon, hands slipping with ease over the grip guard of Chris' missing samurai edge, which had been firmly tucked away on the inside of those fine riggings he sported. "Fine, enough fooling around!" Bar room brawl was Chris' forte. Hunching down he threw his larger frame into Piers, knocking the man completely off his feet, and impaling him on that massive shoulder, taking them both down to the ground, reeling a right hook that would have snapped his neck if it landed, stayed only by the muzzle of his own gun planted between dark brow eyes. "Good, no more games. How about it kid, tell me, why are you doing this?" Snarled lips twisted, anger flaring in the usually very stoic eyes that flashed resentment, fingers tightening viciously around the trigger of his weapon, threatening to release the bullet through Chris' cranium. Click! Nothing. Chris smirked, his fist careening with pretty soft features, snapping his head to the side, fingers gripping the butt of his gun. Not loaded... "That's right kid... no more games."
Something off about that, who can guess what...