Summary: There's a rule in the B.S.A.A. that says pets aren't allowed in the dorms. So how does the Captain fix the problem of his A.T.L. bringing in a cute little injured puppy?

Author's note: The second half is completeded...ed... Enjoy!

Little Nivansfield 02

"You should stay here for tonight." Maybe he just imagined it but Chris swore he saw redness appear on the sniper's face before the eyes looked down at the small puppy with a look like he was really contemplating it. His usual green scarf was missing in action, left back at the dorms as he never seemed to wear it with his casual gear unless it was cold.

"I don't think that's a good id-"

"It's fine, Piers," the captain said sitting up on the couch and looking over at the younger man sitting on the floor with his back against the loveseat across from him. The puppy slept fitting completely in Piers's lap with no problems, his mouth opening with a yawn before he just curled up more continuing to sleep.

They'd only started this whole visiting idea three days ago when the captain invaded Piers's room to find the rule for no pets broken. He'd never had Piers come to his house in the past so the first day was a little awkward for the both of them. It started with them greeting each other at the front door awkwardly and ended with them saying goodbye in the same fashion.

But it didn't take them long to get used to it, at least until they got to this point where Chris was flat out asking him to stay the night. It was Friday, why shouldn't the younger male just stay there with him? Especially since he'd been staying at his house till late into the night. He might as well say it was his second home.

"I have a guest bedroom down the hall. You're free to use it for the night."

"But…Captain, I don't-"

"I have clothes you can borrow." He stopped Piers mid-sentence with his words showing that he knew what the other was going to say. It wasn't hard to figure out the other male. He was straight forward in everything he did. Chris was pretty sure he had a system to how everything had to be completed and in what order. He probably put his socks on in the morning before he put on his pants.

Piers opened his mouth again. "And an extra toothbrush." The mouth closed as Piers frowned staring at him. He didn't look too happy about his predicament though his cheeks hadn't lost their redness.

He carefully laid the sleeping pup on the loveseat before he got up tugging his shirt down to hide the nervous twitch of his trigger finger. Hazel eyes moved up again to rest on Chris before they looked off to the side towards the other end of the couch.

"Sir I…there's…paperwork I need to work on in the morning."

Chris frowned this time as he stood up as well staring at him. "Work on it later. It's the weekend."

"I want to have them done by Monday."

"You have plenty of time so there's no excuse why you shouldn't stay the night."

"Captain, I really should be going. It's already late and-"

"You're avoiding me." The eyes shot to him quickly, widening slightly. It didn't stop Chris from frowning though or from walking closer to where the sniper was standing. When he got close he saw the other lean back like he wanted to take a step back only he had nowhere to go with the loveseat behind him. "You've been avoiding me ever since I found that puppy in your room."

He must have seemed intimidating with his wider form and the large muscles he'd developed thanks to years of training. But for Piers, that never intimidated him in the past. In fact sometimes it seemed to make him want to challenge Chris further.

But ever since that time three days ago, Piers avoided making eye contact with him. He wouldn't talk to him long, saying even less than he did now even while they practiced out in the field with the members. In fact, the only time he seemed to relax was when Nivansfield was there to play with him. And when Nivansfield went to sleep, Piers found some kind of excuse, any kind of excuse to be as far away from the Captain as possible. So why? Why now did his A.T.L. run from him when in the past he'd follow him everywhere like a…well like a puppy.

"No, actually you've been avoiding me ever since you let that statement out. About how you said you kept him because he looks like me." There was something there, there had to be. He wasn't reading into this wrong, even as his eyes went down to the tongue rubbing over lips nervously. "Does this mean something more than simple pet envy?"

"C…Captain?" He hadn't realized how close he'd gotten to him or how he'd leaned so close he could feel Piers's breath blowing across his lips. He saw the lids of his young A.T.L.'s eyes lower lazily, almost seductively in how perfectly they moved. So it was easy to surprise him by just leaning down and claiming the lips he'd been staring at all night. There was a sharp intake of breath from the younger male but it died quickly when Chris felt him starting to kiss back.

It seemed like a hungry kiss, the young tongue that not too long ago had been poking out of Piers's mouth to tease Chris was now worming its way into his mouth as the kiss deepened. He didn't even know Piers knew how to kiss like this. He seemed so chaste, even though his hips moved like a stripper on a stage. Chris wasn't sure anymore on who seemed more eager for this as he wrapped his arms around Piers pulling him close and suckling on the tongue in his mouth earning a satisfied moan.

"Arf!" The bark was loud and made Piers flinch and step back. Swollen, panting lips parted for breath as Piers stared up at his Captain, eyes searching like he was trying to read what was there on Chris's face, in Chris's eyes. It made Chris feel exposed like Piers was reading everything about him just from simply staring at him. Cleaning his throat, Chris moved walking past Piers and past the puppy on the loveseat that tried to grapple at his shirt almost falling off.

"You're free to stay," Chris said not looking back, just needing the moment to get himself together. He hadn't meant to take it this far. "I'll set some clothes out on the bed for you." He still had some from back when he was younger and used to work for S.T.A.R.S. By now they didn't fit him anymore since his muscle expansion. He'd been saying he would clean out his closet and that had been years ago. Piers looked like he'd be about the size he'd been back then. So he could take a moment to find some clothes for Piers. Besides, he felt like he needed a shower anyway.

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In the captain's mind, it was a plus that Piers hadn't left while he was setting up the room for him and calmed himself. He'd expected to come back into the living room and see the little puppy sitting by the front door and whining at Piers's absence, an occurrence that happened every time Piers left. Nivansfield was attached to his previous owner, an owner that had found him and apparently saved him from certain doom. Chris wasn't surprised to see himself being ignored when Piers came to visit.

So finding that Piers was sitting on the loveseat curled up with the puppy in his lap while he watched TV was a good thing. He'd taken his shoes off and had his legs crossed Indian style with Nivansfield resting in the middle getting a good ole fashion belly rub. Chris was sure Piers had heard his cotton covered feet slipping across the living room floor. Yet he didn't respond to Chris sitting down on the other end of the loveseat next to him, in all respects looking like he was ignoring him like he'd done so many other nights before.

But there was something good to take note of at least. He'd slipped into a pair of pants and a shirt that Chris had left for him on the bed. From the looks of his reddish skin, he'd just gotten out of the shower, the scent of Chris's body wash easily wafting over from their close proximity. The clothes looked like they just barely fit Piers, the shirt hanging off one shoulder showing off a smoothness of his skin there. And he had a feeling that the pants would probably just barely hang on to Piers's waist.

"What are you watching?" Chris asked leaning back and lifting his leg to rest a foot on the opposite knee. Really there wasn't anything on. And around this time of the year, they got a lot of those cheesy sitcoms and reality shows that were so redundant you could always guess at what the next one would be. He was left with an awkward silence that made him clear his throat and rub at his neck. Piers's lips had tightened up, something that he usually did when he seemed frustrated about something. But they relaxed not long after before the younger male shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Nothing of interest," he said staring at the TV before the eyes cut over to Chris astounding him with their brightness. "Anything you want to watch, Captain?" The way he said it sounded like there was more beneath the layers of his words. It made Chris stare at him longer, his eyes unconsciously roaming over the young form on the loveseat staring at the lips he adored and the eyes that seemed to always captivate him into making a fool of himself if he wasn't careful.

"Not on TV, no." Chris left the words there open to interpretation but closed up enough that if Piers really wanted nothing to do with him, he could close the conversation easily. He knew he didn't miss the way Piers's cheeks had redden or the way the eyes were searching over him before they turned away from him looking back at the television. He doubted the look was a bad thing. Not from the way that Piers had kissed him earlier. Hell, it was obvious now that if Piers wasn't into men he at least had some interest in his Captain.

Chris returned his attention to the TV when nothing else was said and nothing else happened. At least he hadn't expected anything else to happen. Only five minutes had passed before he felt the soft hair of the other male's head against his shoulder. The scent of soap and the unique smell that just screamed Piers met his nose pleasantly. Time passed with Chris sitting as still as possible to not break way this magic spell. He looked down expecting to see that the other had fallen asleep and blushed when the almost golden eyes stared up at him completely wide awake. He thought he caught the making of a smirk on the lips of his young sniper's face.

Nivansfield gave a whimper from Piers's lap and when the sniper reached down to pet the puppy, Chris looked down as well to watch the hand and to break the spell the hazel eyes had cast on him. He felt Piers moving his head away from his shoulder. When he looked up expecting to see Piers focused on the TV again he found soft lips pressed against his own rekindling the flames he thought he'd killed off when he'd gone to take a shower. The lips were already moving enthusiastically against his and he didn't fight it when he started to kiss back in return craving the taste of the youthful male beside him.

Piers didn't even pause when he used his hand to gently free Nivansfield from his lap. He didn't pause when he took advantage of his free lap to straddle the captain's not once relinquishing the lips he seemed to be so attached too. Those lips were just as delicious as the last time Chris had kissed them, puff against his own thinner ones and easily suckable. His arms came up to wrap around the small waist, a pleasurable sound escaped from Piers sending a tremble down Chris's spine in excitement.

He'd never felt anything like this before, the thundering in his chest or even the need to hold the other closer, his tongue doing the invading this time wanting to taste more from this enchanting body. And not once did Piers complain to his actions. He didn't even complain when Chris slide his hands down to his hips then further down to his butt with the desired need to want to touch him more.

"Arf! Arf!" Piers didn't jump in surprise this time, but he still leaned back breaking the kiss with a smack of lips as he looked up at Chris panting and not looking the least bit sorry for his behavior. He was staring at Chris now, unabashed, needful, excited. And Chris could tell he wanted more not just from the bright, hungry look in his eyes but from the bulge of his crotch pressing up against him. He knew because he felt the same way since Piers's butt was nestled up against him.

He wasn't ready to move it that far yet though. He didn't want there to be regrets later, not from the younger male anyway. Nor did he want Piers disappearing the next morning at the thoughts of sleeping with his captain. But there were other reasons as well. It wasn't like Chris had ever been with a man before. He needed to research that kind of thing. He wasn't even sure if Piers had ever been with a guy…or a person before. Though that was really kind of hard to say with the way he'd just been kissed.

"Captain…" Staring at him, it was hard to see him as just a soldier. He could see him as a doctor, as some sort of scholar or a lawyer. He saw him as a star swimmer for some Olympic team or some computer geek coming out with the latest technology. But hidden beneath that all he was still a sniper, a sniper who'd been inspired to join the B.S.A.A. thanks to his hero worship of Chris Redfield. Where would this kid be if Chris hadn't existed? Probably not here risking his life away because some psycho or another wanted to take over the world.

"You must really like me, huh?" Chris said and couldn't help the grin on his face when Piers seemed to redden more from his words. But Piers didn't look away, those pouted lips opening more as he leaned in again kissing the Captain making it hard to keep his will power. "Mmm…Piers…." He broke the kiss trying to speak but the juicy lips were right back on him. "Mm...Piers wait…." Chris groaned out when the other shifted in his lap. "We can't…nngh…rush this…."

"I'm tired of waiting," Piers said leaning back again and looking like he was glaring as his breath came out in pants. "I've been waiting since the first day I saw you." He leaned forward again pressing his lips against Chris's neck kissing it, suckling it. It made the captain groan out and he swore he felt the lips pull up into one of those cocky smirks before his partner's hot breath was breathing in his ear. "Besides, I doubt you really want me to wait."

"Piers…." Chris couldn't deny those words, his hands squeezing Piers's bubbly butt as he pulled the other closer to him earning a moan of approval. This man…why was this man so special to him? He'd never felt like this with anyone in the past, at least not to this extent. "Nngh…you're not…going to regret this later, are you?"

Piers paused, stopping what he was doing when the words came out. When he leaned back to look at Chris, his lips were pulled down in a frown. It was exactly the same look that Nivansfield was giving him as he sat down on the other end of the loveseat looking at them with a tilt to his head. Chris could clearly read the look there on the other's face. Are you stupid? That's what it said to him. It made Chris want to slap himself.

"I didn't take you to be this dense, Captain."

"Dense?" Chris frowned at him, not appreciating the fact that he was being talked about. But he really couldn't focus on it anymore when hands slid underneath his shirt sliding across his chest caressing at bulging muscles. Hazel eyes didn't break the gaze as they stared at him, seeming to sparkle at the sight of seeing the captain writhing with pleasure.

"Dense," Piers said, the cocky smirk lifting to his lips again. He pushed his hips down again rocking himself slightly and literally leaving Chris groaning with his eyes rolling from the pleasure. "If you haven't picked up on how I feel yet, then I must not be trying hard enough."

"Nngh…." Chris slid his hands around to caress the jean covered thighs, at least that was the plan before the smaller body moved away from him leaving him sitting on the couch and staring up at him in surprise. The smug look on Piers's face didn't go unseen as he stared down at his Captain, letting his eyes slide all the way down to his crotch.

"When you're ready to admit to wanting me," Piers said purposely licking his tongue against his lips as he looked up at Chris's eyes again, "you know where to find me." Chris gaped staring at him, watching him pick up Lil Nivansfield before he started towards the back. He couldn't tell if Piers was swaying his hips in that sexy way on purpose or if it was Chris's desire playing into wanting to see it that way. But he didn't wait even a second to stand from the loveseat and follow after the younger male, rubbing at the back of his head nervously.

With an invitation like that, how could he say no? But he knew one thing…he wasn't going to hold back. If Piers really wanted all of him, then he'd give him everything he had.

End.

Here's hoping you enjoyed this little fic. There are more Nivanfield stories to come in the future...once I finish off at least one of the other fics I'm working on.