Making my way to our training facility, I couldn't help but have some pep in my step. I was excited to see the kid.

"Morning, Cap'n. I trust you slept well," the young man asked as he stretched.

"Early as usual, and yes I did actually. Haven't slept that good in a while."

A coy smirk forms on his lips.

"Glad to have been of service, sir."

This cheeky bastard. I chuckled. I started to see traces of the old Piers make their appearance, but how was it happening so quickly? That couldn't have been all me right?

"I see you're starting come into your own again," I say idly, trying to keep a general tone.

The comment catches him off guard.

"You can say that," Piers' demeanor and tone changes, becoming reserved.

What the hell? I choose to ignore it and continue the lesson. Nothing personal was exchanged after that.

"See you 'round, Cap," he says, back turned toward me as he walked out of the facility.

"Bye."

That was weird. I shrug it off. The kid did really well today and only missed one shot. The BSAA asked me to write a report to update them on his condition in order for them to grant clearance. As I sit at my desk writing it up, I couldn't help but think of his behavior. It was odd. I get up from my desk and walk outside for a smoke and to stretch my legs. From across the way I see Piers hanging out with some other soldiers. He was laughing and being very sociable. Just weeks ago he couldn't even look anyone in the eyes. I decide to seek Torrence.

I find him in the computer lab. Sitting in a chair next to him, I lean in close.

"I need some info," I whisper.

His face surprised to my close proximity.

"You came to the right man, Captain, but this isn't the place."

He backs his chair out and starts to walk out, I follow closely behind.

"What do you need to know?" He smiles.

"Do you know what's going on with Piers? He is acting a little strange."

Torrence stops walking and turns to face me.

"Sir, he is just trying to fix himself. There is nothing odd about that."

I guess he was right. I had been over reacting perhaps. I nod, lost in thought.

"You shouldn't worry about him so much. He is quite capable of taking care of himself. Sure he was a little apprehensive when he first returned, but a lot of us who are thankful for what he did stepped up. We let him know that we have his back no matter what."

That explains everything, except his reaction to when I brought it up.

"I mentioned that he was beginning to be like himself, and he shut down."

Torrence exhaled deeply.

"He is getting there, Cap, he isn't there fully. He still thinks himself a monster."

"Damn it," I sigh.

"Just don't worry so much. He'll come around."

Another sigh, another nod, I pat the younger man on the shoulder.

"Thank you for everything, Torrence."

His cheeks flush.

"Aw, it's nothing really, Cap.

I felt better leaving Torrence to continue my report. When I return to my office, my door was ajar. Cautiously, I made my way in. Piers sat at my desk staring at my computer.

"What are you doing," I ask, closing the door behind me.

"I came to apologize to you for my behavior."

"I see. Are you reading my report?"

"Maybe."

He smirks.

"You're out of line, soldier."

I smile back.

"Now, now, Captain Redfield, you shouldn't be flirting with one of your subordinates. What if I report this to Mr. Novak?"

"You wouldn't," I walk around the desk.

He turns the chair to face me and licks his lips.

"You're quite the tease, kid."

I bite my lip.

"Building anticipation makes the reward that much sweeter, sir."

Goddamn. He stands up from the chair, hands pressed against my chest, and he kissed my lips. It was a short, sweet kiss, biting my lip as he pulled away. My groin twitched with want. He smiles and walks away, pure torture. I plop down in my chair and continue my report. The images of him bent over my desk come to mind, I try to shake them off before I type up the wrong things. His pants and underwear down to his ankles. Concentrate, Chris. Hands gripping his waist. I crack my neck. Thrusting into his tight asshole. Shit. Did I just type that? Back space. I go into my drawer and pull out a pack of cigarettes and tap the tobacco down before placing it between my lips.

I light it up and take a long drag. Ok, now focus. I start to type again, but every time I think about him more images come to mind. The car ride home, his perfect lips around my cock.

"Fuck. I can't do this right now!"

I get up from my desk and storm over to the showers. A cold shower should fix me up. When I get there I hear a single showerhead. Someone was here. Well, I guess I will let the cold water do its job. I start to walk passed the occupied shower, but catch myself peaking in. It was Piers. His tan skin soaking, dripping wet, his eyes closed as the water cascades down his face. One arm supporting his weight, the other slowly stroking his length. I was being tested and I was about to fail.

I start to undress, careful not to alert him. Quietly, I step into his shower, idly stroking myself. I get closer. His eyes open and he smirks. I start to kiss him, tongues teasing the other's. I turn him around, making him arch his back a bit. Using the water to slide into him, he lets out a slight whimper. His arms outstretched against the wall, his head hung slightly. He let out moans as I thrust into him. I gripped his hips tightly, slamming myself into him.

"Chris," he whimpers.

I lean forward and bite his shoulder. He moans. I leave hickeys on his neck and shoulders, cumming inside of him. I keep going until he reaches his orgasm. I pull out and turn him back around to kiss more. Our hands exploring each other's bodies, he pulls away from my kiss.

"What happened to not complicating things," he asks an innocent look in his hazel gaze.

"Who said shower sex was complicated?"