(Heya! I enjoyed writing the first chapter, so I decided, to do the next one. I dunno, this pairing makes me go, asdfghjhkl. I had so much fun writing this :D Anywho... the characters aren't mine.)

Chris' lay there, in shock, staring at the younger soldier before him, lingering on his words.

'God damn it, I want you.'

He licked his lips, and sat up. He noticed that Piers was shirtless, showing a bit of scars on some parts of his bare chest. He traced them with his brown eyes, imagining how Piers would react if he glided his finger over them. He stiffened at his thoughts. 'Damn it, why am I thinking like that! He's just a regular guy, my soldier. That's it.' He bit down on his lip, and then waited to see if Piers was going to say anything else.

"Captain," He says, moving in close to the stiff male on the bed, "did you hear me?"

"Yes," He responds quietly.

"Good." He smirks, "Get up."

"Who are you to give me orders, soldier?" The captain stands up, towering a bit over the younger male, who was unbelievably amused—and aroused at the roughness of his voice. He felt a shiver go down his spine.

"Well," Piers moistens his lips and straightens up, head high, "You just listened to me."

Chris takes a moment to realize that he did get up right after the comment and his eyes narrow at him. He secretly enjoyed how teasing and sarcastic Piers was, but he wanted to be in charge. After all, he was the captain.

"You think you can tell me what to do, Nivans?" His voice was deep and husky.

"No, Captain," Piers shakes his head, a small grin curving upon his lips, "but you sure did listen to me. It's a fact." Piers chuckles.

Chris grabs the boy pulls him. A look of utter surprise flashes upon his face and Chris smiles, taking in the unbelievably handsome males appearance. His pouted lips now open a bit, his eyes wide. He found it so damn attractive, until the expression changes to a mischievous one. His once open lips form into a devilish smirk, and his eyes squint a bit, questioning his next move. Chris' growled low and quiet. He wanted to wipe that look off his face.

"I'm in charge here, Piers." Chris says, letting him go.

"I'd like to see if that's true, Captain." Piers responds while backing up against a wall. He slid his fingers into his hair and looked the captain up and down. His lips were still curved into that smirk.

"Take that goddamn look off your face," Chris warns, moving towards him, "That's an order."

"What if I don't, Captain?" Usually, he wouldn't question an order, but now, he just wanted to play. Piers wanted to see what the man would do. The look on Chris' face showed pure annoyance, and Piers couldn't help but smile at him, seeing how sexually frustrated he was. It made Chris look so weak- even though he had such an intimidating appearance.

"Did I annoy you, Chris?"

The captain didn't reply, but grab his arms, pin them above his head, and kiss him roughly and angrily on the lips.

Piers eyes closed slowly, and he held in a couple moans as he shoved his tongue in his mouth. Chris pressed up against him and bit on his lower lip. He pulled away long enough to say, "You sure did fucking annoy me. Now, you're going to have to listen to me."

The sound in his voice makes Piers shudder in pleasure. He was already hard and he needed attention; needed love; needed release.

Chris notices the younger males arousal, and he smiles at him, like a child who just found out an outrageous secret.

"So, you like this kind of stuff, don't you soldier?"

Piers kept quiet and licked his lips. He looked down, unbelievably embarrassed, and aroused at how controlling the other man was.

"Speak, god damn it," Chris grabs his face in his hands, forcing him to look up at him, "I said, do you like this kind of stuff?"

"Yes," Piers chokes out, not used to being the submissive. This was also not how he planned the scene to go—he wanted Chris to be the one being spoken to like that; wanted to see him squirm under him.

"Wow, you're a whore." Chris laughs and lets him go. He gestures towards the bed, "Go. Sit down. And open your mouth."

"Wait, what did you just say?" Piers eyes widen. He's never did that before, nor did he plan on doing so. Suddenly, he regrets speaking. Chris glares down at him and he takes off his belt.
"Did I tell you to speak?" He grabs a handful of his hair and forces his head back, "Look at you. Can't even follow fucking orders, you're pathetic."

Piers let out a quiet noise of pleasure, and Chris' notices it. He pulls his head back further by his hair, causing the noise to come out louder and dragged out.

"Say it," Chris says, "Say my name."

"Chris." Piers says, keeping his voice steady.

"No, I mean, fucking say it." He pulls his hair again and grabs his erection through his pants.

Piers gasps, "Chris!"

He smirks to himself, and nods, "That's much better."

Chris lowers his pants and boxers, and shoves his cock into Piers mouth. At first, Piers gagged and moved away but Chris pulled his hair towards it, forcing him to suck. Seeing his head bob up and down on him made the captain more aroused. He groaned low.

"Piers," He shuddered while Piers skillfully sucked on his cock, lingering on his head then going right back down over and over.

Piers finally moved away when he felt he was done, and didn't get yelled at. Piers eyes showed how turned on he was, and Chris couldn't help but flash a wide smile at the male.

"You should see your face," Chris notes, while unzipping Piers jeans, "you're so turned on but you don't want me to see it."

Piers pink tongue slid over his lips, moistening them before he replied.

"Sir, I'm-I'm not turned on."

He lowers his pants and boxers, "Hard to believe. Now, get on the bed fully, bent over. I want your face in the pillows, since you're going to be screaming. I don't want any one to hear—even though that would make me very happy."

Screaming? Piers thought, his face going bright red. Holy fuck.

Piers did as told and buried his face in the pillows. Chris was sucking on one finger as he did so, and he finally joined him on the bed.

"This may hurt," He warns, as he shoves his middle finger in Piers' ass, causing the boy to squirm under him. Chris grabbed his waist with his other hand as his finger slowly penetrated his anus.

The boy continued squirming.

"Take it like a soldier, Nivans!" Chris says, smacking his hand on his ass. The boy stopped squirming. His ass stung. A lot. He could almost feel his hand mark start to form on his cheek, and it felt like that would bruise. Chris smiles at the red mark and then, within seconds, he forces his cock inside him, taking the soldier by surprise.

"Captain!" He exclaims, squirming once more. He was large—almost too large for Piers to handle. He groaned low in his throat.

Chris ignored his cry of pain and began to move slowly within him. Piers got relaxed, and he soon began to enjoy it.

Loud sounds of pleasure filled the air for a few minutes until they both reached their climax.

"Chris," Piers clung on to the bed sheets for dear life as he came all over the bed. Right after, Chris came, his eyes shut as he pressed his chest on Piers' back, his world spinning.

Chris fell to Piers' side, and he let out an exhausted sigh. Piers lay down next to him, and they both stared up at the ceiling, coming down from their high.

"Captain?" Piers said, turning to him.

"Yes, Piers?"

"We need to do that again some time." He smiles at him, a bit nervous on what Chris would say to the comment, but feels better when the male smiles back and says, "Of course."

Piers lays his head on his chest, and they drift into a deep sleep.