Again for those coming in late. This is an RPG that was formatted and written in story style.

Piers and all his crazy are belonging to Capcom, but in this story I wrote him.

Chris and his crazy are belonging to Cpacom, but for these purposes he was written by Mmori (tumblr), Morriganna (FF)

This section was severely rewritten for fanfiction purposes by me! However, grammatical editing was on Mmori's part. Thanks guys! And enjoy part 5.


Instantaneously, Chris' naturally acute vision started to become hazy and everything blurred, brief nausea taking over. Something Piers was doing was affecting him mentally and he was starting to lose his visual focus, seeing double and triples of the chips in the walls dancing in front of his vision as well as the sudden absence of the sniper who had darted away, but with this swirl of a headache created, it appeared more like a chinese dragon moving before his eyes. 'What is he doing to me? Damn it Piers, why won't you calm down? How the hell did he just do that?' "Piers, why are you fighting this? Goddammit don't you see that I want you?" Chris growled to his partner as his senses were began their haywire hallucination. His grip on Piers began to loosen as his senses were being attacked by pheromones he'd never expected the other to have, and realized the grip he loosened on the younger soldier was a grip that was already gone, and the man he'd been teasing along with it. It felt like the days when fighting Wesker, everything moving too fast that he couldn't keep up, but in this case everything was moving at half its own speed, a quarter maybe, and he wasn't moving at all, his body refused to listen to command while intoxicating pheromones filled his sinuses and senses, incapacitating him against a wall that his victim had once stood. He did not want to let Piers go, not for the life of him, but he was losing control over his own body due to what Piers was doing, consciously or not, and he'd already fled, without permission from his captain. He'd stopped stroking Piers and released his hold on him without even knowing it, spinning on his heels as Piers' pheromones finally forced Chris to lose control of his body, dropping unceremoniously to a knee that seemed to collide with added force to the ground while he tried regaining some of this deadened senses, his mouth filled with marbles and cotton. "Don't you feel my love for you? My passion for you?"

Piers was gasping for air, his fingers pressed against his own chest as he focused on calming down his heart rate. His head was spinning and the thing in his throat was killing him, just those kisses were enough to make his neck raw with the force of rasped breaths and the tightness he felt. God what was wrong with him, his own head was reeling? His steadied hand on his chest was doing its job, leaned uncomfortably against the wall of the room hunched over and sucking in oxygen as fast as possible. Chris had an effect on him that couldn't be described, his fingers relinquishing their hold on his flesh was heart wrenching in his chest like someone was twisting it in half trying to choke the life out of him. The anxiety of how much flooded his body just when his personal space was suffocating, but when their mouths touched? When His hands were griping and stroking his flesh, that was when his entire person went into overdrive. He was going to destroy the entire place the way the electricity was flaring off his body like a super nova of electric waves, jolting his nerves and setting his heart racing faster. Make love? Like this? He was practically gagging on whatever mutation had taken root in his throat and his right arm was threatening to peel all the flesh away and let that pulsing grotesque thing he hated so much destroy the entire place just from the arousal he felt. Hearing Chris' desperation only made him wince, white fire dancing through his lungs with ever breath. Turning on his heels, rubber soles thudding on the hard wood slates and creaking with ever step; and fled. He refused to be a monster in front of Chris. He was so much better than that, he deserved so much more, not like an electric monstrosity that he was. With a body as disgusting as his it was building vomit in his gullet that would soon splatter, inside or out depending on how far he made it out the door. Hurtling himself out the heavy door and out on the front steps, stumbling and trying to get some cool clean air in his lungs trying to calm his heart rate somehow, his stomach contents spilling over the steps with filmy acid at the corners of his lips, smearing it away with the back of his hand, gasping. Damn it Chris, of course he wanted that, of course he wanted the physical contact, to be intimate with the one person he had only ever truly cared about, but like this?

Chris fell to the floor when Piers' pheromones went into overdrive. His hearing told him that Piers was leaving the room, but he could not focus on where he was going, could focus on anything but breathing as the air cleared around his cranium. The side effects of those unexpected pheromones would wear off shortly due to the mutated C-Virus in his system that was capable of healing his system, but even such a short wait seemed like an eternity when he knew his partner had pulled a disappearing act. His hearing was the first to meld back into normal, six sounds becoming one and resonated to the beat of his own feet on the ground; finally back to normal first and his sight was beginning to clear up as well. 'That is one hell of a weapon Piers has.' How had he never noticed that before... unless it was strictly for him. It made sense that he could now connect with the virus Piers had, but it was still horribly affective. Made for him, or for others, one way or another that sniper had a biological upset in his midst. His normal functions were finally clear after hefting and heaving himself upright, blinking rapidly throwing himself forward into the middle of the empty room, throwing himself back into the moment, taking in the world around him as it now appeared to how he recalled. Parts of the room were completely destroyed; devastation torn where electric lightning scored and slashed parts of the room and blackened wood, burning wallpapers, and a scorch mark around the wall where he'd pressed him against wrought in the shape of that lean body. If they had kept going it was likely this entire section of the house could have been blown into pieces (or the whole home for that matter). It was an impressive force his partner carried, even if it was a bothersome one. 'Piers always was the smart and crafty one, making sure this place didn't find it's end because of a bit of fun, still, I will win at this game. You started it sniper, and I will finish it. You are mine Piers.' Heavy brown eyes closed shut, thick lashes woven together and he began to focus on his senses, most importantly his ears.

They were working properly again and he could tell that Piers ran outside; hear feet touching the grass outside and hard breathing impeded only when he vomit wretched onto the porch, weight causing the porch to creek. Piers had nowhere to go except for the porch and the yard around the house, the rest was woodland and a place that was far more vast than he should be wandering at this moment. They might have been warring over what situation the were in, but it never changed that wandering off could lead to them being caught and that meant Piers... had no where. Chris was faster than he was anyway. Maybe not before, but he was now that he was infected. Long strides carried him through the house no modesty required though he knew his appearance was an impressive one, one that could make Pier turn tail and run from the impact it had on his system, so he traversed the house at his own speed, listening to the sounds around him and how he could funnel out other noises until he was strictly focused on that of his 'prey' who paced outside like a lion trapped in the confines of a cage. The thunder of his ace's heartbeat was slowed now, but of course the younger soldier had training to correct that kind of situation that he received in the military. No sniper could make an accurate shot without being able to calm themselves with a fair amount of ease. After avoiding the puddle of acrid fluid on the porch saw Piers, hands behind his pack walking too and fron with eyes locked in place still focused on the sound of his own heart in his ears and not the man watching him so fervently. He was such a dedicated soldier, so easily flustered by only Chris, and yet he shut out the world with ease, it was both flattering and confusing why it seemed to be him that set Piers off. He wanted to admire him a moment longer, watched to watch him pace, but he watched rhythmic hips and measured steps on the next turn, face away and start to stride away, evidently making their own statement about how he felt on Chris following him without ever needing to look up. 'I am bonded to you, Piers. You should be bonded to me as well. This was meant to be my Piers..., why do you always fight so?' The earth was evidently moving precariously beneath Piers' feet, the captain watching as all those pheromones shook loose from his other's senses as well, his head still reeling from whatever he'd done, voluntarily or not so. Interested in how it was that the captain had revived himself quicker than the sniper had, even if he'd been the one to emit them.

Chris shouldn't have followed the tawny haired bioweapon; his senses didn't need to be enhanced to hear those heavy weighted steps on the porch wood. It was old and creaked with every step, particularly that man's. Snipers learned fast to utilize their senses to the best of their abilities even with his throat dry and his eyes still hazy, it didn't take much to discern the only person here from the rest of the world. "Captain." He silently acknowledged the other, letting him know full well he had heard those impending footfalls, fingers clenching in a fist as he took another deep sigh of oxygen, feeling it nip at each bronchi. The cold air felt good in his chest, filling his lungs repeatedly, his chest warm despite the fact that Chris had all but stolen the remaining shirt off his back in a time like this. It wasn't insanely cold out, just enough to make him relax, enough to make those tan muscles contract and raise goosebumps on his flesh while displaying the rest of his discomfort for any spectator that was admiring him despite their situation. He didn't stop walking, that slow, steady stride taking him away from the porch, one measured step at a time, out into the yard. Piers wore vexation on his sleeve, showing clearly what it was that had bothered him. He didn't want to be close to Chris, so much so he was willing to leave him standing there on the porch while he came to small sized oak tree firmly seated in the yard. A tree he promptly gripped the lower branch of, fingers wrapping about it with ease and using all momentum of his stride and the well trained muscles which could manage more than well enough to pull their weight; swinging his weight with ease up onto the lower tiers, skating upward enough to sit out of Chris' sight, leaves trembling in the wind to reveal him every so often, perched in silence with his back to the trunk. He needed time, to think about this, even if Chris wasn't in the mood.

Watching Piers grab that tree branch and climb it with ease, all that well honed ability; it was remarkable. His agility was something to behold and Chris was honestly impressed at what Piers had done. He would give him some time, a tad bit of it, relax from the path he seemed to be going down, but he could feel his partner's dismay and he couldn't understand why it was the ace was so incredibly upset. Always fraught with complications that one, including what had happened in the facility. This couldn't be that could it? Piers could get pent over just about every little thing, he was a perfectionist that way, and if something went wrong, deviated just the tiny bit from those plans just the slightest it made his partner turn into a mountain of trouble. After leaving for Brazil, the sudden disappearance of his partner, only to find he'd handed himself over to a pack of Hell hounds... like Piers had any right to be more upset than Chris. This was going to stop now if he had anything to say about it, even if the younger man had agility like a damn to catch his evasive little partner no matter if he was going to brood or not. They needed to have this conversation right here, and right now. Thanks to Piers he was already fully nude as well; burning the rest of his clothes off with his electric stunt, but he did not care. Chris Redfield had very little modesty, particularly in the middle of nowhere with a man he'd considered well to be his lover as well as his partner. His only goal now was to get Piers out of that tree and into his arms so he could give him a proper reaming. To prove to him this wasn't some kind of fluke. To make love to him prove that he wasn't some kind of monster like the thought he was. To prove to Piers that when he saved him it wasn't because he looked at him like an experiment, but because they were much more than partners. It was getting frustrating, infuriating. They were soldiers and he had gone through hell to save this man, twice now, and for a reason he couldn't comprehend Piers never imagined he was good enough for him. Well he didn't sacrifice his career so he could climb a tree and ignore their situation.

Chris walked to the tree Piers had climbed and look up at the man perched there; the one he loved more than anything else. Piers had that solemnly quiet look at Chris, but the captain was anything but amused. He looked at the tree bark, then up along its veins toward the place that carried his lofty pain in the ass partner, and back down to a knot. It was weak, weak enough it bowed under Piers' weight alone, it would never support him. Though the saying that captain of the S.O.U. Alpha team was a gorilla now came into play in his mind and rather than climbing a one sided relationship between himself and a boulder came to mind. 'Well, this would be a good time to test my strength wouldn't it.' He took one more look at Piers who was still refusing to relent his position, eyes locked on the forest lines around them with his arms tightly crossed over his chest. From this position it was almost amusing, the two of them staring down each other without staring at one another. Piers was trying not to look, that was the tension, and Chris was trying to force him to, because once they moved from this deadlock it would be out of the sniper's wheel house and into Chris' side of the court. Pain in the ass agile snipers... he had the indignity to look amused. Chris took one step back, clinched his fist, and punched the tree with all his strength. The impact that narrowly shattered bark off the trunk jarred Piers and set his eyes wide, slipping from his position to stand on the branch and grip the one above it for stability. Was Chris really going to fight to get him down? Piers, on his own, was basically a nuclear warhead and the two of them together? He couldn't imagine. Though in all honesty, Chris without any clothing was as amusing as it came watching him punch the shit out of the tree. Smirking, the younger man sidled along the branches until he'd worked his way around it, jumping out before it shuttered under the sheer force of Chris' pure physicality rumbling free of its rooted base and careening toward the ground.

He was thankful for his pants because it made maneuvering easier on his part, landing in a crouched position in the grass; leaping out of the way of the thundering oak, crunching and munching under its own weight. The levity of watching Chris all but ruin that tree naked made him chuckle even if it had almost crushed him beneath. Working with Chris was far more stable, than being with him. Their relationship had intense ups and downs and he was fully aware he was hormonally a wreck because of the pheromones that tugged his senses every which way ever since China. Watching them beat Chris to a raging hulk like that just made it harder. Wetting his lips with a dart of his tongue to the upper tier, pushing and pursing them together to moisten his mouth he shook his head; watching the heaving form still poised in action form tearing his knuckles up on the bark of a wrecked and shattered trunk. He watched him perched in the grass, elbows on his knees, with his face the picture of calm from the landing and rested in his palms. "You could have asked me to come down... you didn't have to take up a stand against trees on my account."

"I wouldn't have to soldier, if you would stay in one place." Chris was monologuing while circling, seeking to find the sniper in amongst the crumpled branches, leaves, and shattered twigs. Rustling leaves alerted him and a squirrel darted, bushy and disoriented. The enhanced sense of hearing had returned to him, but it was weaving in and out, making it hard to pinpoint where Piers had perched himself in the grass. "You are mine Piers. Mine to love, mine to own, mine to cherish.. I saved you for a reason partner. Its not so you could hide from me because you don't know if you're ready, after China you'd think that would be obvious for you. Apart from this side show of you never listening to me, its about time you did, so take my advice partner, you are ready... you just don't know it yet. I would never save you without knowing how I feel for you Piers. Now stop your running... and get your ass over here!" Chris bellowed the last words, red flared eyes finally resting on tawny hair at the sniper waiting for him around the broad upper branches of the meager oak. "Why do you have to keep running Piers? What are you afraid of? Stop being worried about being close to me, I'll never hurt you... never." With intensity, their eyes bore into one another, completely deviated from what they once were. Red and mismatched where once they had been Hazel and chocolate, but that sadness echoed hidden behind the amusement was all too obvious keeping their eyes locked and pinning Piers in place with that concern he held so tightly to, along with his moral compass, eliminating the possibility of retreat.

Chris was a damn persistent man, it was kind of endearing, always had been. The man had this willpower that made him impressive in the field and awe inspiring with his conviction, but it was evident that at this point, that will wasn't something they were both on the same page about. Seeing him turn on his heel like that. The hazel and once so of those sharp oculars steadily followed, movement. Between the two; Chris was stronger, faster, physically superior, so if it came down to it, he could force him to hold still he Piers made him do so; but as far as it went between them Piers had the ability of a cat. Instantly, he slipped to the side of the hand that reached out for him, fingers curling around the grip of his 9-0-9 before they retreated just as fast. He would never hurt Chris, not intentionally. No matter if he was hell bent on getting a hold on him or not. Chris however was the same, he would never hurt Piers. Restrain yes, hurt no. He wasn't sure Chris understood his reluctance, because it had nothing to do with what was on his captain's mind. Piers wasn't afraid of intimacy, or perhaps he was, but it wasn't the subject at hand. Chris had been infected, by Piers. That was the issue. The one thing he had tried with desperation not to do, the reason he'd almost buried himself alive under the oceans was because he was avoiding this very thing, and now... now his captain had become not just infected, but as traitor to his country. . Chris calmed his body down and the fiery red glow in his eyes dissipated, still slitted, but no longer glowing with that same ferocity. They had to understand one another. Of all times for Piers to start questioning his captain's leadership. "Piers, have I ever guided you wrong? Get in line soldier, this isn't a democracy, its a dictatorship. It always has been. So stop this running away, the fighting, and just tell me what the hell crawled up your ass."

The terms gave rise to Piers' perfectly sculpted brow arching in annoyance, taking his captain's commanding tone in stride. "I will never 'accept' the things this virus has done to me Chris. It's really easy to explain. We were partners. Who I was, was what I am meant to be, not some genetic misfit because I made the choice then and there to save your life. If I hadn't you would have died. And by the looks of it, I've killed you anyway. I infected you, I have to accept that, but I don't have to believe that I'm supposed to be like this. That you are. I can't just ignore what's happened and I can't relax until we've figured out how to deal with it." Watching Chris' formidable stance, hands curled into massive fists that rested on his muscled hips, instilling the need to defend himself immediately and setting Piers' nerves on fire with electric. Chris was really what caused his heart to jump. "Don't make me do this, Chris. Don't try and make me someone I'm not. You are letting yourself go. It the reason I can't look at you, because you aren't... you. I fought by your side captain. You really want to tell me that this is what's right?" Chris wouldn't hurt him, and he wouldn't force him to do something he didn't want to, at least not the Chris he knew. Who knew what his line of thinking was now that he was infected? If he honest to God believed it was help him, then there was a chance he would do something Piers was likely to regret. This was more or less a losing battle, he could see it in the redness of his eyes.

Chris listened to what Piers said to him and it became clear: Piers did not understand what he meant about accepting the virus. Piers did not understand that the changes he is going through were going to happen no matter what and accepting the virus just made things easier on himself. Chris would never want Piers to be something he was not. Hell, the changes the virus was doing to Piers were almost finished as it was. The virus not only changes your body in a manner that suits the host, but it magnifies the host's personality to insane levels. The things that mean the most to the host become the most important and they take priority over everything else. In Chris' case, the most important thing in his life was Piers. Others would think it would be the B.S.A.A. an organization that he helped form to protect his country. Stopping bioterrorism should have been the most important. Or even Jill and Claire; those people he considered family and had begun this war in the first place to protect. They had been, but no. The moment Piers Nivans joined joined his squad, Chris fell hard for him and his feelings for Piers started at that point. That pain in the ass, never yielding, always the guided moral compass, with annoying accuracy might he add, gorgeous sniper. Hell of a guy to pick to bestow his feelings on, that was for certain. As they got to know each other and became partnered up on missions, his feelings for Piers grew. It wasn't just physical, not that that attraction and sexual tension couldn't be avoided on the field, but Piers had the resolve sometimes he only wished he had. Always keeping on task, that staunch, overbearing bravado he demanded of everyone. After a time, it was the only thing that mattered. After years together like this it became obvious why it was so annoying that Piers could be so damn loyal all the time, why his morality bothered Chris so much. It was because he use to be that man. He use to be Piers, except he'd lost all that and become all about revenge until he he could save Jill and kill Wesker. After that there was no going back. He was already changed, he couldn't be like Piers anymore, with his proud certainty. He wanted it. He wanted to keep Piers safe and protect him from being like him and the longer he fought with what had happened to Chris the clearer it became that that was what was happening right before his eyes.

Chris knew Piers could take care of himself, but he couldn't help feeling the way he did when it came to Piers. Now that Chris was infected with the mutated C-Virus, those feelings for Piers had magnified to a level with no limit in sight. Somehow, he had to make Piers understand that as well. He knew what had been most important to Piers, because since the day they returned it had been like an icepick in the back of his head. Chris. And not just Chris. It had been the goodness he sought to recover from inside him. The captain saw that Piers was ready to bolt and he began to move forward. This could also end up being a battle of endurance as well, whichever one would relent first. The longer they faced one another in this stare down, the longer they kept each other captive under their dueling stares; white fire of electricity that danced under his skin. The electricity was sadly not on his side. Chris' mutation allowed him the ability to feel those rivaling spark without pain, Piers' body never adapted to it. Even in China, it damn near killed him using that much electricity and it stayed his hand from reaching out or touching the commanding officer before him and instead weaved backward away from him, horror dodging in his eyes. Chris had had to deal with the electricity before, but that was what it had been. Dealing with it. They avoided it. But instead, here they were one seeking to close the gap, and the other dodging his own mutation like a plague. Piers could dodge all night long, but it couldn't be allowed, not in their situation. This had to be dealt with, and now.

He hadn't started this in these few short days either. Piers had started dodging him ever since day one of his recovery after China. Hell the kid even made sure that when he was in the white roomed quarantine that Chris lost all admittance to him because he hadn't wanted him to witness what he had become. It wasn't as though it wasn't horribly obvious that his sniper wasn't only still infected, but that he was also still mutated, but to what degree he hadn't known until he was able to observe him within the facility. He was embarrassed? Or scared of himself. Any number of things were possible, but it didn't matter what it was, because after this, after seeing to what lengths Piers would go to hide himself from Chris it wasn't acceptable any more. They couldn't move on from this, if Piers wasn't willing to hedge all his stalwart, irritatingly defiant ideals, they would get no where. That uncomfortable silence was also giving him a moment's peace t take in passed the nervous ticks and note how quickly Piers started to lose his edge when Chris was near. They were living together before this, had slept together once before this, but never had he seen the kid so completely off his game and willing to run from a problem rather than face it head on. His mutation was obviously effecting him more now than ever, and it wasn't until then that he noted the tight swallow accented by Piers' throat shifting of its own accord. Piers did not move from his spot as Chris got in front of him a nice reprieve from this cat and mouse game. "Fine... I get it, you are upset because of what happened to me. But lets phrase this another way soldier. What are you hiding from me? You've been hiding since the day we got back from China, and I've had my fill of it. What the hell is up with you huh? I know you are infected, we both are, and I know you hate that you can't touch anyone anymore with feeling like a fucking circuit breaker, but that's no reason to bottle all that shit up. I know about your arm, I've dealt with it, and your eye, but lets try this one out. Ever since I crossed that personal bubble of yours you haven't been able to even swallow. What's wrong with you hm? I want to know, now," as Chris spoke to Piers as his eyes glowed, he couldn't help them, but he noted how when they did there was that same tightness in his partner's chest, trying to swallow back retaliation. He wanted to be sure his Piers was alright. He knew he was irrational, and the moodiest son of a bitch he knew, but Piers had a tendency to ignore his problems in loo of other people's.

To prove point to case; a hand instantly found its way up to that throat, clutching and hiding the feeling of tightness, unable to hide wincing back the slight fear and more over difficulty he felt when it snaked against his fingers. Fuck. Chris didn't need to know about this, he wanted to, but he didn't need to, just like he hadn't needed o know about the voices in his head or the guilt he felt over his infection. This damn thing had been inside him since he had recovered from the underwater facility, and he'd known it. It was a non-issue. One that wasn't a problem unless the pheromones in his body decided to go completely haywire like they had in the room. Apart from then it was manageable. Up until this point however, he spent very little time lip locked with Chris, like they had. Piers was not affectionate for multiple reasons, but this was one of them. Since China he couldn't stand in close proximity to the captain without trouble and he was slowly easing himself into that. Learning to be. The night before the plane to Brazil left had been a horrible display of why. His body was altered with the C-virus, he'd lost control of certain things, and when he'd bit him on the neck, since then this thing inside him reared its ugly head. It knew damn well what Chris was and it wasn't afraid at all, even if he was. It only had started being a problem since the other man had been infected, he'd learn to cope with that as well. "It's nothing, Captain." His commands were non-negotiable though and his years of being under Chris' command had him never fighting actual orders. "It's a... it's a part of the mutation. It happened back in China, just afer they brought me in and said they could do nothing to stop the progression." His eyes dropped to Chris' large broad chest before jerking them back up, eyes fluttering shut, well he felt the helix in his throat coil just from the observation of Chris' body. Evidently knew its own kind. That or Piers was just over the top for Chris which wasn't out of the question for him either, but they were suppose to be being rational here. He had always liked Chris, admired him. This wanting him so badly it hurt was nothing new. That was just how he'd always felt, but this overbearing urge to just fall to his knees in front of him and beg for forgiveness, mercy, understanding, love; those things on the other hand been something he repressed for years and now was once again at war with. "Really Captain," he felt the ribbon of mutation slide up his throat and shut his mouth instantly to hide it as it twined with his own tongue.

"It doesn't look like nothing, Piers." Piers was being stubborn about what was going on with his throat, but Chris was not going to tolerate it. He was already putting on his soldier's front and at this point they were the only two people on the planet. There was no shutting the other out. He wanted to make damned sure the man he cared about was alright. He had to be sure. He didn't go through hell so Piers could pussy out about all this. Chris walked directly into Piers' personal space without any further restraint and gripped those lean shoulders so tight there was no escaping him, bruising the tissue or not to free himself from concern of flight or fight. He took a closer look at Piers with his fiery snake-like eyes. "Open your mouth now. Whatever is in your throat, I want to see it...," defiance greeted him, and silenced in a single instant."That's an order!"

Shoulder heaved and the younger soldier practically lost every ounce of fight in that lean frame having the Captain's hands clutching on his shoulders, taking over as he always had to. They fought with the urge to stare each other straight in the eye and instead the loser sighed under the weight of Chris' demands and gave himself over. Pursed, pouted lips opened reluctantly, parted only just enough that Chris was appeased he was following order. Just being near the larger commander; the tight heat of velvet instantly took its cue and slipped between those sweet lips, Piers fighting the color that rose to his cheeks at having Chris naked holding him there and examining his mouth. He couldn't help the guttural groan he emitted from having it hit the cool air. Chris' eyes were boring into him and it didn't help the light headed feeling that clung to him, clenching his fist as a surge of electricity threatened him from both embarrassment and the lust he felt for his commanding officer, the pheromones pleased to loom over him and cast their shadow. The warm tendril slid over his lip, much like he did himself with his tongue when those tiers were chapped; before slipping back, finding nothing for it in the open space and practically choking the younger man when it warred with him for the use of his tongue. Damn thing caught up with his own tongue it made him wince his eyes shut. Grimacing as it reverberated in his throat when he spoke. "Just... it's a pain is all, Captain. Its nothing." He dropped his gaze refusing to meet Chris' stare until he realized that that meant he was staring down at Chris' body rather than the 'oh really?' expression he was surely receiving. The hands on his shoulders held him place as he fought to swallow again. Piers learned a few days after he discovered the damn thing not to swallow too often too. It was freaking sensitive as hell and felt way too good for his own good.

"Open your mouth again," Chris commanded.

Piers obeyed the command But what he hadn't expected was the feeling of rough lips, encompassing his own, joining in the war for dominance over that humid atmosphere inside his mouth. The tendril was joined by a second that twined Chris' tongue, pushing back and battling while hands that cupped his shoulders released their grip and instead slid around his back, deepening it, letting those mutations inside his partner invade his mouth. They were slick and toying with Chris, and Piers could feel every little slid they made over those taste buds in his mouth and the way they felt out the corners of it when Chris' tongue found his own and took the time to languish in the sweet heat, causing taut muscles to loose and melt in his captain's arms. The minute Chris' lips were on his and this battle had begun, slim, nimble digits wound carefully around backside of dark brown locks , gripping at the root. Canting his head to the side Piers could barely fit a noise or word in as those mutated ribbons slipped from his mouth to Chris', invading and warring with his senses spreading the heat like inferno, threatening at the back of his Captain's throat. Fucking hell that felt good. Why did Chris always feel so good? They confessed their feelings to one another thoroughly long ago, after they had returned from the depths of the dark places in life and Chris had saved him once again. Once they'd saved each other. Hell, they had even had sex before..., once, and it had led to this infestation of his caption's mind. They had nothing separating them here in this place, yet even the thought of this, of strong hands on him, made his chest tighten. Every nerve ending, sending their messages through his hand tingled and set on edge as his other hand found that thickly muscled waist; clinging to him and letting the pulse run through his own skin into Chris, dancing over his flesh. The feeling of Chris' tongue languidly brush against his own as they kissed made his back arch just the slightest feeling the saliva at the corners of his mouth from having both those things and Chris, still fighting to get oxygen in the process, into stifled lungs.

Bolts of electricity jumped from one and into the other. Chris felt no pain. He could ignore it enjoying finally spending time delved into his partner for the first time in too long. An incredible amount of pleasure was being fed through their mouths when suddenly the ribbons of dark grey flesh that sought to purge themselves inside their captain's mouth, sent a jolt through both tiers and mouths and over Chris' tongue. Bolts that danced across his skin and entered his body across those lips and into the man's gullet. It stopped this prolonged engagement between them, pulling apart from kissing Piers for a moment as sparks danced between their teeth so he could breathe. As he moved away from Piers' mouth, both tendrils snaked out to lap at rougher lips, until Piers willed them to go back inside his own mouth by sealing his lips shut, forced to relent to him. Chris could feel the pheromones Piers were emitting from his pores, from those things that had been in his mouth, the source of those pheromones had been writhing in his moist cavern. Chris used his right arm to wedge behind Piers' head and guided him towards the junction of his shoulder and throat; to the slit in his neck, "You aren't the only one with secrets soldier." He was pleased that Piers let him manipulate him; let the "mouth" out of the slit, and pulled his partner until Piers' sealed his lips over it. The moment that slit in his neck opened, Piers lips covered it, the tendrils in his throat slipping inside with ease as his hips rocked, hazel eyes clenched shut as the things in his mouth increased their need to have whatever they could, licking against the slit in that neck and down into the 'mouth' that Chris offered to him. So they had similar afflictions... and at that moment he gave in, clinging their bodies together as tightly as he could and moaned into the feeling.

Chris' hand locking him in place as the 'mouths' fused together made Piers all but gag, electricity and sparks surging through his body; through fingertips, and every crevice of his form. The tendrils in his mouth lapping irrationally at the slit; dancing electric pulses from one and into other That created an arc of energy between them until light sparked through their air. Chris groaned deep in his throat, holding him their with his head fallen between the two blades until the electricity that sought refuge within Piers' form turned its wrath on the world around them. His fingers numbed from clutching him there, silent, gagged whimpers from his partner clawing at his side from the amperage fighting his wants until Chris finally relented; releasing the back of Piers head as he fell backward on his palms on the earth behind him. Grass and dirt, cool, while he gasped for air and arching his back as lighting danced over his skin, clearly visible on his stomach and crackling over his pores; scoring his appendages. Saliva was slipping out the corners of soft tiers, pouted lips still agape, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to reclaim oxygen that refused to fully inflate aching lungs. Being with Chris was being completely dominated, his body tingling with the want and lack of oxygen; leaning forward over himself until the sniper was basically crouched on the ground, hugging his own stomach as electric bolts scored divides in the grass around him and black scorches on his arms. Feeling that sensation in Piers' mouth, it was beyond words. He could feel the electricity from his body flood out and emitted going through his body into Chris; and the pleasure he felt from it was uplifting. Piers' electricity was still dancing in his body it was completely overtaken by the rush of his blood stirring through that younger lithe body and the aftershocks he was currently feeling were enough to take him to his knees. Chris could see it, continued emit electricity and the focus on his stomach and pores.

Chris lowered himself to Piers level as he continued to emit electricity and his pheromones were running amok. 'My Piers, so beautiful…MINE!' He grabbed him without restraint and gave him a deep kiss while sending as much love and passion as he could through his bond with Piers, uncertain of nothing he felt for the man who continually was plagued to battle his own virus when Chris' made him so whole. Feeling him there in agony, he released the kiss and tipped their foreheads together, stroking Piers' temple with splayed fingers, he smiled letting him take it in. He wanted him in so many ways, mind and body, and yet there was the one he wanted, always suffering.

The feeling of having Chris' hands on his hips, peeling away the fabric. The shocks racking his body made every pore feel like he was on fire, and the rough denim only caused him to groan. Shifting in his own skin with those war-hardened calloused hands running over his flesh. Dexterous fingers clenched tight the skin on his right arm almost splitting as the mutation threatened to rear its ugly head, putting his head back and gritting his teeth. Fucking hell, Chris felt so good, and everything he wanted from him was no different from before, but the surges of fire in the pits of his stomach was distracting to no end, enough so that his arms wrapped around his chest, clutching and tearing with his own fingers at the skin of his right arm. He didn't know if it was because Chris was now infected, but he'd never had such a problem calming the shocks that drove his mind to white blank pain, now he could hardly feel or see a thing but pain, hugging his damaged appendage, cradling it even as he sank his own nails into the flesh, blood seeping from it. Accepting it or not, Piers' C-virus had never been compatible with his mind, and they were completely opposed. It wanted to give him pain, and succeeded as it scorched marks along the olive skin that blackened char by the electricity that arched off his skin.

It was plain to see that Piers was in a mix of pleasure and pain due to the virus and it seemed that it would always be this way for his lover. The mutated C-Virus was finished with what it set out to do with Piers and it wanted nothing more than to ravage his body to its core. 'Oh my Piers. I can feel your pain, your pleasure. You want so much and I will give it to you.' Piers' C-Virus would always give him a degree of pleasure and pain due to the way it bonded with him. Before he had been infected, Piers had always shown no fear in the eyes of pain. He had never been fully avert to it and could handle it in great deals. There were rumors before on their team in Alpha that Piers had a propensity for pain, but that was also associated with being Chris' partner. Someone who teams up with Captain Redfield has to be a masochist! At least that had been Walker's line. Little did they know the truth of that statement. Chris could feel that from his Piers, it melded with pleasure so cruelly that he was mixed with the two without separation; and it made him more determined to give his sweet Piers release from it.

The scoring on Piers' arm was blinding caused by his own hands it was causing every muscle in that lean frame to curl in around himself, Chris' voice near mute in the back of his mind. He wanted to see this? Wanted to give him, what exactly? It was excruciating, feeling the skin peeling away and the bone inside his arm almost shattered. Sinewy muscle darkened a burgundy hue as the infected flesh pulsated all the way down his arm. Nimble fingers which knew a trigger like a lover cracked and stretched, elongating until they became a different consistency altogether. Piers often took pain in stride, but this biological transformation was blinding. Soon, his arm grew until the C-Virus took full effect. Where hands and fingers once were now resembled tentacled claws, a nightmare straight out of the mind of H.R. Giger. Smooth flesh beneath his expressive right ocular cracked with an electrical burn, the scar opening anew. That face which Chris had considered beautiful was being mutilated by the very same virus he was expected to embrace. Where was the beauty in it? Where was the betterment in this conversion? Holding it back may have hurt more, but it did better for his soul not to be reminded that the monsters he fought every day, that he had become one with.

Chris beheld his Piers transform into that beautiful form that he loved and instantly their opinions drifted apart. When he first saw Piers' mutated form, he was shocked that Piers would go so far to save his life. He could not believe that Piers would sacrifice his humanity for him. Once both men made it back to the United States, he saw Piers in that form again as he was suffering from the effects of the mutated C-Virus. Chris saw his true form again and was not horrified by it, if anything; he felt that Piers still looked as good as the day he laid eyes on him. Most people would think that Piers was hideous and Piers himself felt that way it was evident, but to Chris, he was still perfect. When Chris got infected with the mutated C-Virus, his feelings for Piers magnified greatly. No matter what form Piers took, he would always be the most beautiful creature in the world to the ex-bioterrorist. When Chris rescued Piers from the B.S.A.A. Quarantine Facility, he saw Piers in his true form. Seeing him like that made Chris feel amazing. Yes, at the time this was happening, both men had to escape. Seeing Piers in his true form had another effect on Chris: It resonated with Chris on a mental and physical level. "Piers…you are so beautiful," Chris said as he placed a hand on Piers' face, grimacing in pain. "Others may call you a monster, but you are my monster Piers. I love the way you look, no matter what form you have. I love you, Piers. Feel my love for you," Chris told his lover as his crimson hued eyes glowed brightly and he kissed Piers with passion. He sent his feelings over their bond and hoped that Piers would feel them, find that place passed the voices and pain where their minds melted together.

Piers all but fell into Chris, his body shaking as blood slipped out from the gash in his face. But it was far from embrace. The younger man felt everything for Chris. He loved Chris for who he was, what he was, but it killed him knowing that everything Chris had fought against, everything he stood for, wanted him to be this way. This arm, if you could call it that, this mutated appendage that pulsed viciously and sent wave after wave of pain coursing through his body and up his spine where the ribs had been broken and torn from their frame by the mutation. How could Chris love that? How could he ever be the person he had trained vigorously to be, studied and brutalized himself to become so that he was good enough to stand by the great Chris Redfield's side, and feel as though he belonged, how could he be that person again? He couldn't. His being was mutilated, and without thinking on it he shoved away, throwing Chris' body back with the force in his only functional arm and a wave of energy, turning away from him. "Beautiful Chris? Really? This is beautiful to you? After everything we fought to achieve, you want to tell me, some freak fucking accident... a conscious choice to turn into this over seeing you die, was how I wanted to be? I tried to save you, not myself. You dragged me out of there; I never wanted to be... this is not beautiful. I ruined you."

Chris took a look at his Piers as he got up from his place on the ground. He could feel sadness radiating from his Piers. He could feel that Piers did not understand why Chris was so willing to throw his old life away and become the very thing he fought against for over half of his life. He had to make Piers understand that there was no way he could go back to his old life. His mentality and physicality had permanently changed due to the mutated C-Virus. When he was knocked out during his house arrest, the mutated C-Virus changed him. Piers' safety and love was always at the forefront of Chris' mind, so the virus simply amplified those feelings for Piers and minimized his feelings for everything else. In other words, no matter what, Piers would always be Chris' main priority in life and nothing else. If the world burned around them, as long as Piers was safe, he would not care. If others tried to hurt his Piers, he would eliminate them. All that mattered to Chris was Piers and nothing else.

Chris walked to Piers and knelt down in front of him, placed his hands on Piers' face and closed his eyes. He knew he was empathic towards Piers and that the tawny haired damaged soul before him could now 'hear' him on some personal level; so he was going to concentrate and send all of these emotions through that bond to his Piers. He wanted the sniper to feel everything he had been through in his life, to see those pains. He sent Piers all of his emotions with the details of his life. While he did that, he recounted each event verbally, stroking the side of that torn, bloodied face. "From the moment my parents died, to joining S.T.A.R.S., to nearly dying due to Wesker's betrayal. Rockfort Island, to Africa, to you joining my team in the B.S.A.A. To now." Chris narrated the feelings behind what his life had been up to this moment to Piers, hoping against his hopes and whispering softly in his ear as he heard the groan of pain from the place deep inside his partner. "And now, my feelings for you Piers," Chris said these words as he sent all of his feelings towards Piers. Everything he had felt, everything that had happened between them, everything he felt before he was infected and after. Chris sent Piers every detail via their bond.

The flood of emotion that Chris swelled with, that he sent through his senses causing his chest to ache with every thought that he felt, and yet he saw the echoed distraction and upset behind those narrowed eyes as they came open. Silver and hazel leering at him with this fiery intensity that seemed to overtake his being. Piers didn't need to speak, he could feel the pain of it all, and in all honesty it sickened him. The muscle in his forearm flexed as his fist curled careening into that strong stubbled jaw of his Captain's and knocking him away almost clean off his balance. "Have some pride would you?!" In all his years of being with his Captain, Piers had never been decomposed enough to haul off and hit him. Obviously he needed it though. "Chris, do you even know why I joined the B.S.A.A.? Because it sure as hell wasn't some fucking ego trip." Anger flashed through the colored part of Piers' eye before a wave of energy took over him, gritting his teeth against it. "I heard about you as a kid. When I first look the job, I heard tales of you. Overcoming adversity with every fucking obstacle in your life. You were an icon, Chris, you were proof that anyone could rise up from nothing and make a difference in life. That was the man I served under in the S.O.U., the man I respected and emulated. You think I want this?" Disdain filled the tone of his voice as he gestured to the mutated arm which twitched with electrical current. "Forest Speyer was infected with the T-Virus at the Spencer Estate after being mutilated by a murder of crows, he had no choice but to embrace the virus, and you shot him in the head for it. You shot your own close friend and agent of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha because he embraced a virus." Frustration hardened his boyish gaze as he delved into the past which Chris fed to him with psionics. No life was without hardship, particularly not his own.

"You think your sister would want to see you like this, Chris? You think Claire would want to see what the fuck you've become? You had immeasurable strength; you raised her to be an independent, good woman. You know what? You turned your back on the people that love you most. You've killed innocent people, and now you're hiding from the justice you once swore to uphold. You should be ashamed of yourself." His normal fist trembled with anger as the flare of electricity forming a double helix around his mutated appendage, shards of biological spikes protruding from the discolored shoulder. "I'm not beautiful. Not by a fucking long shot. I did this to myself for the B.S.A.A., for the sake of the world, and for you. I ruined my own life to save you from a bioweapon, and how do you repay me? You stand here in front of me now, proud to be a murderer, proud you killed those people, all to defend me. You're not Chris Redfield anymore. We're both accidents waiting to happen." It stung more to say those words than anything else he had ever had to confess to Chris. That including when Chris had started disregarding human life in an effort to capture Ada. It hurt, because he knew how he felt about himself, confessing it to Chris, broke him inside. "Chris you're telling me, making me feel, that I'm your world... you think that would make me feel good, but it doesn't. It makes me regret everything. I don't want to be the person that made you forget who you are. You might want to understand this virus... but I endured it. I don't have it because I wanted it; I have it because I wanted you to have everything you wanted. I wanted to be the person you loved... yeah. I always want to be that person. I spent my life happily at your side without ever having said a word to you about how I felt because I was part of this life of yours. Just being a part of the things you have done is more than I could have ever wanted." Salty tears burned in his eyes, but Piers refused to cry, biting the inside of his cheek as energy ripped through him, scoring the ground around them and causing him to crumple to his knees, knowing every breath from his chest like a knife. "But I wanted those things because of who you were. And now I'm the one that unmade you."

Chris was stunned to silence at the confession Piers made to him. Everything finally made sense to Chris. He finally understood why Piers felt the way he did, why he hated what they both became. It broke Chris' heart to see his Piers suffering like this and he knew what he was going to tell Piers was going to make things worse, but it had to be done. Forever, or the rest of eternity, Chris would never want to be the cause of Piers' suffering, but if he did not tell him what he knew now, they would never be able to move forward. Away from this, and the mental anguish that thrived inside his partner. If he had the chance to hide things, certain things, you do it for your country so that the world can heal painful hurts, even if it meant hiding others. Those hurts were becoming the broken, pulsing, scored flesh of his partner now, and with him this way, it was time to make the confession he had never truly wanted to make. "Piers, I never wanted to make you upset. I know you have given up so much for me, for the B.S.A.A., and the world, but there is something I need to tell you. Something I should have told you long before now. But it was always for the greater good. The so called greater good that only now I can really see was so wrong. You want to know why it was so easy to do what I have done so far? You say I killed innocent people? Yes, those guards who were outside my home at H.Q. were innocent. I will admit to that, but those people at the Quarantine Facility were as guilty as it gets. In fact, the list of those who are truly guilty are more than you can imagine," Chris forced himself to stand proper, his full stature that still imposing force to the one of his partner clutching to the damage of his own persona and lifted his head to look at his Captain. "Piers…the B.S.A.A…it was bullshit. Its fucking lie. Jill and I founded the B.S.A.A. with the purpose to defend the world against bioterrorism. Well, in order to do what we did, we had to get support from the U.N. along with other sources," Chris stated. "I am aware that you knew that much, but here is something you don't know and something I only found out recently. Piers, the B.S.A.A. were collecting virus samples for the purpose of recreating functional bioweapons they could control. In other words, they wanted to make another Albert Wesker, but one under their control. The only reason I know of this is because before I was fully sedated at H.Q., I could hear what the Generals were discussing. They were going to dissect you, Piers. They wanted to recreate the effects of the mutated C-Virus," Chris tried not to wince at Piers; who was looking more and more disgusted with every word.

"And if you had let me finish what I was doing, you would know this. I was planning to leave the B.S.A.A. Take you with me, after they tried to take you from me the first time. I knew something was wrong because they were so insistent, but with everything that was going on, I did not put more thought into it. I did some digging and found out about the people who were at the top of the B.S.A.A. and found out they were no better those who ran Umbrella. The B.S.A.A. was just being used for their goals. Before I could give my resignation and then take you away, those bastards sent me out of the country and they made their move. They were always gunning for you, from the moment you joined up to the moment that you became infected. Before I was deployed to South America, I was told that if you didn't go into Quarantine that they would take you. I had to convince you to go or else they would do it," Chris told Piers. "In other words Piers, everything was set up and we were used." Chris confessed to Piers, went back to Piers, put his hands on his face again, and finished what he set out to do before Piers broke the contact. The truth always hurt and when he realized it, he knew nothing would ever be the same. When Chris was driving to the Quarantine Facility to rescue Piers, he knew that he might have to fight against the people he cared about, but Piers meant more to him than anyone or anything else. Knowing that everything he did for the B.S.A.A. only benefited those who wanted to create and control bioweapons pissed him off to end. "How do you think I feel Piers? I helped create the B.S.A.A. for the good of the world, but soldiers like me do not run things, others at the top do. How do you think I feel knowing that I recruited people, led them, fought alongside them, and even had to bury them for the sake of a war that was created for the sole benefit of creating B.O.W.'s so that some people can have control over?"

Those hands on his face were a swift reminder of how real this all was. Chris was standing here, after all was said and done, he was there. His body was aching, in overwhelming pain and here was Chris telling him his entire dream in life was basically a sham. One that hit him to the core. He literally decided to kill himself to save Chris, for the B.S.A.A... Everything he'd done. No, not everything. All those places he'd gone and made better alongside his Captain, they were still good things. But it was disheartening, destructive. His cause was lost, and Piers Nivans if anything, was the cause. "You...," he was staggering, "you can't do this, Captain. Don't..., if that is what they are like.., if that is who they are..." Silence overcame them in this wide open field, this place of solitude gone awry, and Piers' voice cracked under the pain but more over the pressure of feeling his dreams crumble beneath his feet. There was duct tape, trying rigorously to hold it up, scrapping the pieces together to form a misaligned picture, but it was deathly. A hope of a young man gone, but just that fast he rebounded, staring into those darker brown eyes that were there beside him, for him, and a man like that didn't let this shit go to waste. When tenor woke the air again it was stronger, corruption gone and collected into that bravado and courage only Piers seemed to muster. "You can't become like them, just to avoid letting them have what it was they struggled for. You have to be the better person Chris. Jill Valentine, you, everyone you appointed into position to make certain this kind of thing didn't happen, those people are still there. You can't just abandon hope." Hope was all Piers ever had in life, he wasn't throwing it away now. He lived day one on hope ever since he left his hell hole of a life and joined up with the army. "The good things aren't less good because we did them for corrupt bureaucrats. Just makes it more damning for them." Swallowing back his rage at the idea of Chris' betrayal of his own company, he ran his fingers of his good hand through his own hair, looking away and toward the house, the mutation of an appendage throbbing once more before he closed his eyes, set on concentrating his pain away and settling his heart rate. "Captain... you can't leave all those people. Or those you cared about. Jill, Claire, everyone else. Alpha Team. Those are all good people. Those people will pay. Its time to get your shit together."

"My shit is together Piers," Chris said. "This has been going on for a long time and only now can I finally see with clarity about everything. I know what is going to happen and we will have to deal with it. I know what all of the protocols due to my former position and since those bastards had you in custody; they will do anything to get you back. They may even send Jill and Claire if we aren't found soon, but I will not let anyone take you back so you can be their experiment! I love my sister and I love Jill. They mean a lot to me, but my love for you eclipses anything else! I won't let it happen, Piers. I will not let those bastards have you! I did what I did with no regrets, NONE!" Chris's snake-like eyes glowed crimson as he said this to his Piers. He knew Piers was angry, confused, sad…he could feel those things from Piers, even as the sniper couldn't quite himself in the shock he'd been hurtled into. To know that your life, everything you have been doing, was all a sham is enough to break even the strongest of people. Chris refused to let it break him. He has been broken before and he knew what it felt like to feel like there was no hope. Chris would be Piers' hope; he would be everything to his Piers. "I am here for you, Piers. I will always be here for you."