Piers let the kiss happen, he was in shock. About as much as a man that had the inconvenient truth of his life's pursuit being stolen out from underneath his fingertips. Not just stolen. His Captain had stepped up to him and torn them from his hands and ground his heel into them before spitting on the last shred of dignity he had left. Walk away from everything they fought for? Walk away and don't turn back? He had quite literally become the reaper for Chris, and while he wouldn't turn back time to undo it, it didn't mean he wouldn't fight to protect the person he still was. But here, now, all this was done. His life as he had ever known it was over, was it not? But then... if he accepted that, he wouldn't be the man he was. Chris admired him from the beginning of their partnership for his tenacity, when they'd first partnered together he'd made an impression because Piers didn't back down from a challenge. He never did. He followed orders as a soldier but he knew right and wrong and he followed the letter of the law. The kiss was shallow, his mismatched eyes transfixed on the horizon, staring off into the distance, unmoving until his one hand rested on Chris' sculpted hip, just over the muscled 'V.' It may have felt like an intimate gesture, however it wasn't, it was the exact opposite of that. Piers was holding them back from one another, so that though Chris had kissed him, he wasn't exactly pleased with this state of acceptance his captain had taken in. At the realization, Piers pulled away, staring into reddened oculars that wouldn't greet his own until he refused the action again and Piers took his shoulder and shook him, forcing his attention. "You can't let them. Everything you lived and worked for Chris. You can't just give in. We'll fight. I've been by your side since the day I joined the S.O.U., you recruited me. I saw a world that you showed me, one where all this had an end. I won't walk away from it just because they lost vision."
Hearing Piers' words the way he spoke with such conviction, that was the man he'd come to love, but he couldn't help how his expression read as he looked at his partner. He just wanted to get away from this all and never look back. All of the betrayals, the lies, the pain…he just wanted to get away and take his Piers with him. Was it so wrong of a man who'd been in the shit for so long to ask for an out now that he had one? All he cared about was taking care of Piers and being happy with him, but what he wanted, was not what his Piers appeared to want. His Piers wanted to fight, he wanted to fight the corrupt system and fix it. He wanted to make things right no matter how long it took. How was it that this kid had so much fight in him after everything he'd seen. The doctors and scientists at B.S.A.A.'s Quarantine facility tried to take him apart while still alive, shred his skin and kill him. Yet here was his boy, refusing to turn back. Such a fighter. Chris showed Piers everything: His mind, body, and soul…and Piers refused to accept that they should just step away and allow life to takes its course for those around them. All Chris wanted was for his Piers to be happy, to protect him from harm, but running away from everything would not be the answer. Not if he wanted to keep those things, not with that look in his partner's eye that said there should have been more. Chris' narrowed eyes were still burning crimson as he gazed at Piers. He could feel chaotic emotions from him, but there were two things that stood out the most: His unwavering conviction and his love for Chris. It was clear what had to be done. He might have wanted to run away from the world, but there was no running. They would be hunted forever no matter what the case was so why not save it. He knew that kind of passion, to right the wrongs. That kind of strength that his partner carried, the kind he once had, it stemmed from something and suddenly there was the yearning to know. He had to know what it was that moved him on so uncaring of his own safety for this hell hole they'd created.
"Piers, show me. Show me your life…show me your feelings, show me everything. Show my why..."
Chris' calloused fingertips, pads that knew a trigger too well stroked the side of his face, holding him close so the younger man couldn't pull away from him. Feeling his captain's lips retreat from his own made Piers' head spin, taking in a deep breath that filled his cracked and damaged lungs as they slowly began the process of re-healing. The tissue burned taking the breath, but it felt good feeling a weight lifted from him. Not the one of their impending trials ahead, not the suffering in his mind at having his only good acts being for the likes of those who wished to quash them, but that his Captain had been lost. And now Chris was back. That understanding nature, the one he knew was there, the one he knew was empathic not just toward him, but for others. It was a start. He knew just from the feelings in Chris' heart that this wasn't what he wanted, but back in Edonia it hadn't been what he wanted to do there either, but Piers had pulled him through hell to retrieve his soul, and he'd do it again if need be. There was a freedom in knowing that the man who'd raised him through the ranks and taught him to strive for greatness. Liberaion knowing he hadn't lost that man completely. That was until he heard the his request, the words 'show me your life,' that brought bile to his throat. The thoughts of taking something that could be good and turning it into something horrible because of his own restricted past.
Instantly Piers put his mouth was on him. It was the only thing he could think of to fight back the feeling of horror that flashed over his features, and flood it with any other feeling at all. Chris' mouth easily stopped him from thinking anything but the heat and warmth of the body holding his face. The things in his throat stirred and caused him to groan, but he ignored them, the tendrils slipping up and licking over Chris' lower lip before Piers pulled away, turning his head as they sought for the contact of the larger frame that held him there. He wanted to think of better things, better times, not look back on the one's he'd turned his back on. Chris' ideals, his life, the one he'd spent four years getting to know, those were what mattered. Even if his captain thought that he should come first. "Captain, I don't... I can't. Not that, we'll talk about anything but that. I will spend my life by your side, fighting your beside you. Fighting our battles and trying to defend those who need it, but not that. This isn't about me, its about you." His mind threatened at betraying him, wanting so badly to repress those forsaken things. Fingers found his chest, dropping his head to Chris' shoulder so he wouldn't have to look him in the eye by begging like that. Chris had a right to know, his files when he was introduced in to the B.S.A.A. were squeaky, spotless. But that was because his work in the Black Ops had everything under wraps. All the details were blacked out. And before that? With his face nuzzled into Chris' neck, the slightest hint of them causing him to shake his head, biting into Chris' neck, and threatening that slit in the junction of his neck just to draw attention away, just to hide himself away again. Those things wouldn't be in his file. Thank God. Even if there would be no hiding how it made him feel.
Chris could tell that Piers was trying to distract him. He could feel pure terror from Piers when he asked about his past. He wanted to know more about his Piers' life. It wasn't fair to go on this hunt for the truth when he in fact knew nothing about the younger soldier in his arms apart form his passion and strength in the field. Or how willingly he threw himself in to battle under those morals and pretenses bestowed on him from Chris. It was impossible to think that there was nothing that would have drawn Piers to him in the first place, and before he came to the B.S.A.A. because his files were totally clean… no one was like that. Still though, he could feel that it terrified his Piers to say anything about his past, so he let it go for now. He knew that in time, he would know everything about his Piers due to his bond with him. Piers would not be able to hide his past for long and Chris could wait. He could feel Piers bite into the side of his neck and Chris was tempted to open the slit there and let his "mouth" out, but he grabbed Piers' by the back of his head to look at him. Piers knew the truth now, the ugly truth that has turned their lives upside down, but he wanted to fight. He wanted to fight against the evil and injustice in the world. Piers refused to give in and give up. Chris just wanted to get away from it all. He thought he did his part in saving the world, but it seemed that the battles would continue. To be honest, he wouldn't give a damn about the blood that would be spilled and the amount of people he would have to kill. Such things did not bother him anymore due to the inhibitions stolen by the virus. That was something that would not change and Piers would need to understand that, however if this was his want... its what they would do. "You still want to fight? After everything they've done to you, to us? All I want is your happiness, but if this is what you want, then I will be with you in this, Piers. It will be a very hard road. There will be no turning back. We will be going to war, Piers. It will be long, bloody, and a lot of people are going to die. The corruption is deeper than you realize. There will be things we will have to do that you will not like, Piers. But, if this is what you want, if you truly want this…then I am with you soldier. I am with you," He wanted his partner to know that he was with him in this. If this was what Piers wanted, then he would have it!
Chris gave Piers a short kiss to his mouth before he allowed him to slip back to the slit on his throat. He opened the slit and let Piers kiss his "mouth" there since he'd seemed so drawn to it himself, even if it was out of a want to hide himself away, Chris would permit it.
The tendrils in Piers mouth slipped into the slit in Chris' neck, teasing at the tissue, and laving against the insides of it, clinging to him viciously. There was a point where he tried to pull away, but those spiraled 'tongues' refused to give in to his wants, clinging and licking, seeking purchase. Piers groaned, closing his eyes as he finally pulled back enough that they relinquished their hold, slipping over his pouted lips and wetting them, a slight smile threatening the corners of his lips as they tried to demand and urge him back to tasting Chris' flesh. "I..." a hand flew up as he coughed into a fist, fighting for the dominance of his own mouth. "I... can't turn my back on all those people. Alpha Team, your sister, old partners, all the men that died." His voice dropped off; trying to push away feelings he'd long thrown away. Piers never spoke about his past for good reasons and he never introduced friends or talked about family because he had separated himself intentionally from it. Just having Chris ask about it reminded him that everything he always said avoided it. When they spoke, it was about Chris' family, his friends, never anyone that Piers knew. "This fight isn't for me, Captain. If you aren't ready for it, I won't make you fight this battles. I know what I'm up against; it won't be the first time I've been in over my head."
Chris looked at his Piers and was amused that he would even consider going into battle without his Captain. He was like a boat without a rudder this one, when he didn't have someone telling him what to do. But then he was a soldier, and Chris was a captain, they fit one another perfectly. It was the kind of comedic thing of seeing a five year old on a leash in the mall. Always so headstrong even without there being a need to be. "Piers, I am always ready. I told you what I did because I wanted to be damned sure you were prepared to deal with what is going to happen, not me. This is going to be a very hard fight and it will be for keeps. On top of that...," A bushy brow raised at the heavy lidded sniper, annoyance proof of how he felt. Chris was baing Piers as his eyes flashed crimson prodding his pride with a harpoon sized stick. "You honestly think soldier, that I'm going let you go out there alone?" He grabbed Piers and kissed him passionately even despite the insult of having his own A.T.L. attempt to undermine him. Chris may have changed greatly due to this mutated C-Virus, but the one thing about Chris that would never change: His devotion to his partner. He would never let Piers go off alone into such a war, not in perfect health, or bruised and broken like he was now. If he wants to fix what is broken, then Chris would be there to help him. They would do everything possible to fix this corruption, no matter what.
Chris' suggestion that Piers couldn't go into war alone did give rise to a scoff, watching pouted lips still curled in a smile before the younger man stepped back, l quirking into a rather amused look. Naked, outside in the middle of no man's land and this man's sniper had basically cried on his Captain's shoulder. The most unflattering thing Piers could think of concerning the two of them. He was a strong man, one who had fought countless battles alongside vicious soldiers, and war hardened specialists like himself. He felt like a child standing here this way and instead of ruing it, he slipped away, admiring their situation as uncomfortable as it was. "Let's go in Captain. Please?" He felt the flesh of his arm converting the pulsing mutated flesh all but returned to its naturally hidden state, the new skin cool and slick as he ran his thumb over each finger, the tingling freshness of the tissue making goosebumps rise over his skin. This conversation wasn't one he wanted to share with the outside, and he wasn't ready for anything Chris wanted. That man never needed to know the things Piers had done, or otherwise what had happened to him. All he needed was the rifle upstairs that he touched like a lover, and his Captain that fell in step with him easily enough as electric and heart rates subsided, calm coming over his always tight knit features.
Chris followed his partner's form inside and smirked as he noted Piers attempt to hide from the cold. Observed Piers' arm shift back to 'normal' and he felt a mild disappointment in the unwillingness to accept their situation. Chris genuinely liked the way that arm looked, certainly it was shocking to see at first, however, now? He always was honest with Piers when he divulged finding him to be beautiful. It would have been an understatement to claim either was a very good at lying, so being truthful was easier for them. He knew the room they were in upstairs was a bit damaged, but both men could still sleep in it, and Piers led them straight to it from the out of doors. The bed in the room was ruined, but Chris had an idea. Telling Piers to wait while he went in search of linens. Grabbed some blankets and a pillow from the closet, and setting them on the floor. Before coming out again to call in the uncomfortable sniper, even as spotted him as he slipped calloused fingertips over the fresh tissue that coated that appendage, joining the captain within the confines of the room. It was clear that Piers was cold after their exploit and Chris was the human torch. Spontaneity took control; gripping the younger man round the waist in an effort to warm his Piers up. Before the mutation, Chris was always warmer than average human beings, so other people thought of him as a furnace. Hence after the mutation, Chris was able to adjust his internal body temperature with a strange ease, so he used that new perk now to warm up his body to stave off such cold from that leaner form. Having total control of your body does have its perks. With his arms about the sniper, rough hands manipulated him without warning; sat down, and put Piers straddled in his lap. "Still cold Piers?" Chris asked with smugness.
Piers felt heat rush to his face, pursing his lips as the rest of him heated, in a full body blush from being moved around by his Captain. Weak and completely deflated after having his dreams trampled and his purpose lost, but he still managed to feel excited by everything Chris did. It was so damn messed up. Piers never knew what he wanted, just something that came with the territory of constantly being on the move. Being on leave, without a gun in hand and Piers forgot himself completely. His mind reverted back to civilian life, the stuff he avoided like the plague. He never left the field and lived happily doing it. Stopping for any amount of time made his whole body into a wreck. "No...not cold Captain." It was probably why Piers never stopped calling Chris his Captain. It made more sense that way. They only worked because Piers kept work and civilian life to extreme opposite ends. Sitting on him was just making red rush to his face and reminding him how much like a kid he felt, forced to sit in Daddy's lap for being such a pain all the time. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek trying not to look so completely out of place. Every time they were like this... intimate in any way, he always felt like a freshman in high school sitting in his teacher's lap. Though thinking back on high school, the images of those same days flashed through his head with a chuckle. No friends, sure he avoided people even then, his personal space was off limits to everyone and even to Chris, who refused to accept that at times and invaded it without permission from time to time. But, he still used to have his share of fun. Stole a car once. He chuckled before shaking his head, reminded quickly when he felt those hands on him again that he was still perched on his Captain, bringing another flush of red to youthful tan features.
'Interesting...' Those few seconds of nostalgia, caught a few flashes of memory and emotion from Piers, and cast them through that tentative link. 'He has been through a lot. I still don't know everything, but even what I just felt was a bit of his past.' Chris tightened his hold on Piers, not enough to make him uncomfortable, but enough to keep him secure in his arms. Both men went through a lot tonight, many ups and downs, and when Chris thought about punching the tree Piers was perched in, he laughed. If this was such as the life they were living now, he could only imagine what life it was that the this other man lived before they had met. He couldn't help but laugh about that ridiculous tree. Chris saw Piers look at him and he could tell that Piers was wondering what exactly he was laughing about considering their situation. Without consideration of that personal space, fingers ruffed through shorter, flipped up bangs; tipping his body forward to place a single kiss on those pillowed lips. "I was thinking about punching the tree you were perched in tonight. Now that I think about it, it was pretty damned funny," Chris chuckled.
The younger man instantly laughed into the back of his hand, nodding happily. "You should have seen your face... You actually punched a tree to death, Captain." He was damn near almost giggling, resting his palms on that broad expanse of chest, admiring scarred and damaged skin very briefly before nodding at Chris' lap, his eyebrows quirked up, "How much longer am I in time out, Captain?" He meant how long Chris was going to hold him to sit in his Captain's lap, but the reference made him snicker anyway. Virus or not, Chris had always been and always would be more experienced and much older. The school boy references came naturally considering Chris treated him like he was five sometimes when he wouldn't listen properly. The warmth that transferred through his body into his thighs that were straddled over his Captain's lap were making him suddenly aware of how precarious their position was, the longer the captain stared at him with that foreboding amusement. It caused hands to pull away from those strongly muscled pectorals and crossing them over his own chest, staring up at the ceiling and hoping to forget how embarrassed he was sitting in Chris' lap. So completely unsoldierlike...
"Well, you have been a very bad boy, Piers," Chris told Piers with that hint of sarcasm. "That poor tree would still be standing if you didn't climb it like a cat." Piers looked at his Captain in surprise as Chris' eyes glowed a sort crimson fire. "I never said that you could stop touching me." Chris grabbed the back of Piers' head before he could pull away like the squirrel he was, and caught his mouth a kiss, parting his lips at the instant demand for access from the sniper who took his lead for the first time that night. He could feel Piers' tongue, helixed with tendrils in his mouth and the small sparks of electricity slipping between their bodies. 'I want him…' He could clearly see the flush spreading over that younger body in his arms as the older man fought with Piers' virus for dominance. Hands immediately flying up to wrap around Chris' neck, carding fingers through his hair not bothering to fight the tendrils that were trying to wrap and urge Chris' tongue deep into is partner's mouth, the other slipping into the warm wet cave of his mouth and searching for purchase, pushing to the back of his throat. Blush covered smooth cheeks at the Captain's rasped words. 'Bad boy.' Chris always liked reminding him what a boy he was by comparison. In all actuality, he was more childlike than most hardened B.S.A.A. agents had a right to be with something against the world. He was more or less led around on a collar of blind faith, and Chris was always going to be 13 years older, and always would be the more experienced man. That figure he always looked for in his life, despite how lip locked they were and the way that he couldn't even jerk his head back with how badly those things in his mouth wanted something to suck. They always did, tormenting his own tongue sometimes just because they were always eager to please. Of course, he was always eager with Chris, everything he did was to please his Captain, never failed to rise to the occasion in the field. On top of that, it sent lava through his body hearing Chris call him bad. No doubt the reason for the words now to come floating form his mouth.
Chris was so turned on right now. The pheromones Piers were emitting were causing his already teased body to react. Piers always had that effect on him, and now with the viruses both men have, their feelings for each other were magnified. Still, his Piers has been a very bad boy causing all the trouble he had; and he needed to be punished. Chris pulled his mouth away from Piers and he heard his Piers whine as the tendrils were still between his lips, seeking him. "Piers, you have been a very bad boy. All this fighting. Going to the quarantine facility. Submitting yourself to those people. You are damn lucky your captain came for you, no lay across my lap, now!" Chris commanded. Hazel and silver mismatched oculars landed on Chris' face, judging him. Breaths heavy in Piers' chest bated as he nodded eagerly, swallowing against the tightness in his throat and the pheromones that made his head spin, slipping out of Chris' lap, suddenly aware of how tight his jeans were just looking at Chris had hearing him play with those words he enjoyed so much of. The command made him suck in a breath, lying across his lap tentatively, hands clutching the taut bulged muscles of Chris' massive thighs as he climbed over his lap, hiding his face in the nook of his arms. Twenty-six and his Captain still treated him like this. But it made him feel sexy having Chris that driven by him, feeling the head of his captain's obvious erection nudging against his abdominal muscles.
"You have been so, so bad Piers," he said hands slid flat against his hips, passed the hem of taut fabric, pulling them off with one sweep of his hands until Pier's thighs were trapped by the material, placing his hands on Piers' bare ass. Chris gave a rub to one round cheek, admiring just before a jerk of that bulged forearm pulled back as he spanked Piers' right side; hard enough to make the olive skin go red and he could hear Piers yelp. Chris rubbed the area where a hand-print was starting to show, raised in a welt, serving to turn him on all the more with his sniper being branded. Another spank and this time to the left side, feeling fingers on his legs grip harder as Piers gasped in. Each time Chris spanked Piers the marks rose redder, giving him all the sharp intakes of breath and yelps of pain that went straight to pool in Chris' groin; Piers' pheromones driving him crazy. He could hear Piers moan with each spank he did, short lived and hidden when electric jumped into his hand as he struck. After seeing both sides turn a bright red, Chris couldn't help slip his fingers between those round cheeks, brushing his fingertips just over that ring of puckered flesh, smirking when he heard Piers make that tiny whimper he tried to hide when calloused pads, teased that hole. They were rough with one another, it was the only way they were. Piers was a soldier, he didn't like soft, and Chris loved man handling him this way, pushing all his buttons until he could feel the way his body tensed at his fingertips; twitching and it made him mad with lust. Chris opened the slit on his neck and put some of the fingers of his right hand in it letting them slick them. Hearing that breathy moan, the way Piers' said 'captain' shifting against his lap; he made them very wet just before sliding those finger back to that place he tempted himself with, hearing another tentative question of his rank alone before pushing that one finger in Piers' hole, shutting up his concern with a groan of pain that ripped through him.
It tore through Piers' throat feeling Chris' moist digit shoving deep inside him, clenching his hands into fists and hoping to muffle his moans in the crook of his elbow. "Captain...," his tenor voice hitched feeling that finger probing inside him, the red flesh marred from the spanking he endured, beat red and warm. His chest ached as that finger pushed deep enough he could feel that rough palm against him, pulses of electricity surging over his body in dull waves, biting into his own arm at the feeling. "I was bad Captain... I'm sorry. Please, punish me." His voice was hoarse from the whimpering he was doing, the tendrils in his mouth slipping out and lapping at the blood on his arm where teeth had sunken in, enjoying the feeling despite it being his own blood, letting them wrap around his forearm. He loved Chris when he was like this, demanding. It was how he'd fallen for him. In the field it was always commanding, pushing him until they were nose to nose with Chris glowering until his sniper backed down. It made him shake then, more so now. He loved it; it was how Chris was with everything. But he wanted to enjoy all the little feelings; the electrical impulses coursing over him as that finger pumped in and out of him.
"Your punishment is not over yet solider," Chris added another finger in Piers' hole and began to stretch him. He could feel the electricity that Piers was emitting and it went straight into his body. If Piers was able to see his Captain, he would eyes glowing crimson with need. Chris could hear Piers' moans of pleasure and the pain as he continued to finger his a third dry finger was added, Piers cried out. Chris could feel Piers' pleasure, even as he scissored his fingers deep inside him and made that body twist with the pain of having him delving them deeper up that sweet entrance. Those feelings added to his own desire for Piers. Piers' was emitting more pheromones and electricity now and it drove Chris wild. It would have been an understatement saying Piers screamed, the electricity that sizzled and scored along his skin was slowly pulsing quicker until that third finger shoved inside of him, back arching even though he was across his Captain's lap, and openly gasping, hoarse voice lost as he pushed back against that hand thrusting fingers inside of him, stretching that tight ring of muscle until the younger man was pleading silently, gagging on the saliva in his mouth, secrete into that moist orifice by the tendrils that sought out some comfort from the pheromones seeping from his body, almost leaking out his pours, eyes rolled shut. They were making Chris' head light and everything spin, while Piers relished in the sweet pain that Chris was tormenting him with, penetrating him time and time again with those teasing rough pads that sent pulses of fire under his skin to pool in the snake coiled in his lower stomach.
"Please Captain. I can be a good boy." The words tumbled off those abused pouted lips, drool at the corner of his lip as he hid away his face to avoid the look he was certain to get for talking to his Captain that way.
"Piers, it's too late for that…far too late. Running off that way. Everything I had to do for you to keep you safe." Chris growled as he continued to finger Piers' ass, curling his finger tips and making the younger man cry out. He wanted to fuck Piers, he had for most the night. The kid made him hard just by his presence alone but now he had to punish him. Now he deserved every pressing inch of his fingers driving him crazy as he penetrated him over and over again. He would make him beg for it. Chris' fingers hit what they sought causing an unexpected gasp of ecstasy, teasing that sweet place inside him. The electricity and pheromones increased as Chris deliberately pressured that place over and over again. He'd never done this for the sniper before, not this way, and Hell if it didn't turn him on watching the younger man writhing in his lap, unable to fight him as he brought him closer to the edge. "Not yet soldier, not until I say so." Chris continued to finger his Piers, orders flooding from his mouth with every thrust that took him deeper inside his boy. He could feel Piers getting closer, body constricting around those fingers he intentionally dragged slow and viciously against those warm velvet wall until he was appeased and pulled them from those sinful entrance, admiring how Piers gasped out wantonly. Chris could feel the need Piers had for him. And with his captain denying him, tracing his fingers over that sweet perfect ass of his, tortuously slow. "See soldier, you were so bad. I only know one way to truly punish you... Never listening to what you captain commands of you. I should have left you in that rotting hell hole." Obviously he never would have, but it was true, Piers had a choice and had gone there even after orders. It played hand in hand as Chris cooed cruelly in Piers' ear, knowing it only drew out what he really wanted. "You can only cum from me fucking you, Piers. Now beg for it. Beg for my cock."
Piers was all nothing of coherency anymore and instead was left, in Chris' lap, whimpering at the sudden absence of those fingers that had been abusing his prostate sending shuddering pleasure through his body that wracked him further with the sinful pain that jumped to his groin. His cock was straining from the effect Chris had on him, teasing his prostate until he was literally moaning for more, precum dripping from his slit as his Captain pulled away. "Captain, pleaseplease don't stop. I promise I'll be so good..." His words slid out with unbridled urgency, his own slick fingers drawing down the sweat on his own body and quickly finding his own erection and pumping his fist around himself, groaning so close to orgasm it hurt. The waves of static shock danced over his skin and between his fingers as he arched his back. Words to the contrary of his actions, as Chris commanded him further, amused as he observed his little display of complete lack of discipline. Pulling from across his captain's lap until he was kneeling on the ground. The younger man couldn't help but touch himself despite the orders he was given, Chris' words only served to build pressure behind his eyes as he tossed his head back against his shoulder blades, his free hand in his own hair and tugging back as his voice hitched, caught in his chest as slick cum coated his fingers, grimacing in pleasure, leaned back on his heels as he continued to rub his hard flesh, whimpering out curses as the sticky fluids that coat his fingers and stomach were smeared by his own hand, running them up his chest and moaning out as he traced the lines of his own body with his fluids clinging to his fingers until they came to his mouth, letting the tendrils in his mouth slip out enthusiastically cleaning his fingers as they lapped and stole the fluid from between his digits, stealing it hungrily as he groaned, his fingers still trapped in his own hair. "Fuck..." He never was good at following orders.
Seeing Piers jack off in front of him sent waves of arousal to Chris. He watched as his soldier defied orders yet again and continued to stroke his cock until he came in his hand. Then, those tendrils came out of Piers' mouth and licked clean the shameful fingers that had done his own dirty work. Chris was turned on, but Piers defied his orders, as always. 'Piers just can't be a good boy! He is mine and he belongs to me. Everything about him is mine.' Chris could feel Piers' pheromones and the electricity that blinded as he came and it sent him into overdrive. "You are always such a bad boy Piers. Filthy," Chris said, his eyes fiercely boring into the man gasping for air from his own actions. "That belonged to me, soldier." Chris gripped Piers and wrenched him over on top of the blankets on the floor, forcing his legs apart to settle between them. Chris' cock was hard and dripping with
precum. He could see Piers glance between them; at his cock as it pushed against his gut and the tendrils came slipping free from his mouth, desperately seeking. Chris felt desire, want, intense need, and love…, but Piers had been bad. Chris got down on his knees in front of Piers and grabbed both of his legs, one placed over each of his massive shoulders. "Piers, bad boys don't get to suck Daddy's cock. They don't get to jack themselves off. And they don't get to cum." He could feel Piers' pheromones and electricity flowing into his body from the contact that scorched through the flush contact; as he lined his cock to Piers' ass. "You will learn Piers…you will learn that you belong to me forever! You are mine, Piers! MINE!" Chris drove home his point as he forced his cock passed that sweet ring and up into Piers' ass. Even though they'd only been together so rarely it seemed like never at time, neither man was delicate with the other, Chris practically folding his soldier in half as he sank into Piers hard, completely to the hilt, with that tight passage clenching around him from the agony of being filled so completely so fast.
Eyes glowing a fierce crimson as the captain drove his cock into Piers. His thoughts and feelings were single-minded; sent through their bond straight to the sniper as he cried out mutely in pain. 'You are mine Piers. Mine forever! You belong to me! You will always belong to me! I love you so much Piers, I will never let you go!' The force that Chris used to push into Piers made him groan completely unabashed, his hands immediately finding Chris' muscled broad shoulders, hulking over his body. His one hand digging in his nails hard enough into the slit in that amazingly thick neck, letting his Captain taste what remained on guilty fingers, though the little that remained was showed how hungry those tendrils truly were. "Chris, fuck!" There was no slow going with Chris. Their first time, yeah the Captain had done what he could to not just tear Piers' tight ass from that girth that lay between his legs, but even then they'd both broken down in an unadulterated fuck. Piers never was one for soft and gentle anyway. Chris gave him every pleasure and pain he ever wanted and knowing that his Captain wanted him so bad, he refused to let the agony that swept over him at how hard and fast the man thrust into that heated tight body show. They were men of action, fucking was the same way. There was no 'hold up and let me accommodate that huge cock'; it was 'give me everything as hard as you can until I'm screaming your name.' Which in its own was impressive since the younger Ace never called Chris by name in bed unless he couldn't help it.
That thick girth tore through his body and filled every sense he had, nothing but Chris' voice and his cock filling him. He could feel those seeking tendrils urging for something and shook his head, chewing on his lower lip as a wave of electricity encompassed them both, the pheromones in his system reaping havoc as Chris' thrusts came deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over, throbbing with every shove of hips to hips. His fingers probed that 'mouth' in his captain's muscled neck so recklessly as the other gripped him tight enough to dig the nails into his skin, terrorizing the muscle to bleed. "I'm sorry Captain. I didn't mean to, Orders are orders. I swear, I'll never... I... fuck... urggh, God you're so huge Captain..."
"Of course my cock is huge, Piers, I'm your captain." Chris snarled out arrogantly, making the young soldier under him grimace with ever word. Chris was usually not arrogant at all, but he had to prove a point to his bad boy about Daddy being in charge here. No more of this running off without sanctioned orders, and to hell with this doing everything on his own shit. Chris felt Piers put his fingers into the slit on his neck and he groaned in pleasure as the 'mouth' sucked the remains of Piers' cum from those sinful fingers before Piers pulled his fingers out. Chris was feeling an insane amount of pleasure he continued to bury himself deep against Piers' prostate with every thrust, feeling those tight muscles stretch and give to his size. The pheromones and electricity Piers emitted added to those feelings and Chris could not help but thrust into Piers a little harder every time,, listening to muffled silence from his partner. So well trained to keep quiet, it was intoxicating watching Piers fight to stay quiet every time his hips snapped forward and jammed him deep inside and filled his sniper's gut. As he fucked Piers, Chris could feelthose surges of electricity going into his body. It was so much that you could start to see a dark outline under Chris' skin, and it burned his flesh like paper. Chris' emotions were going haywire as it went on and he groaned in a nearly alien voice; hissing in the height of passion. He wanted to cum so badly, but he would make his Piers cum first, make him beg like he'd sworn he would.
The blankets were already getting askew from Piers' back being shoved against them, not to mention his hands clenching and unclenching in them when he finally dropped them from Chris' shoulders, all his weight in his shoulders. When the older man pulled him up, hands on his lower back, he slipped right over his Captain's muscled hips, those hands shoving Chris back until he was lying down, and Piers was riding that cock deep inside him. Sitting in his lap, grinding down on him, Piers could feel every inch that shoved deep inside his bowels. Gripping Chris' calloused hands and putting them on his hips, letting the captain guide his body as he fucked himself on Chris' thick girth. Self-control lost itself in a mix of pleasure and pain, Piers' erection bobbing between them, the skin of his arm splitting slightly at the loss of control, the electric scoring marks in his flesh that instantly tried healing itself even as clawed fingers mutated and mutilated Chris' shoulder that he held for leverage. Piers loved that arrogant one-sided nature his Captain had, it was there all the time, but it only showed itself so often. His lips fell agape as he gasped for air, eyes clenched shut as he rolled his hips again, hitting that spot on his own and his spare hand finding his own erection. "Please Captain."
Seeing Piers riding his cock as if his life depended on it was driving Chris wild that was clear. His hand slapped away in replacement for his captain's. His fingers being smacked away didn't bother Piers in the least, loving how rough the older man was with him and gripping his lean form hard as his own rough digits flew over his skin. "I will be the one to touch this cock, Piers. This is mine!" Chris voice was distorted. Clawed fingers continued to tear into that massive shoulder, showing no pain as Piers' continued to mutilate it. What could be seen was obsidian, a small shine to it. The "mouth" on Chris hissed even louder as he was ready to cum up that tight ass…, but Chris wouldn't let himself, not until he made his bad boy cum first. Chris drove his cock hard into Piers' ass and he heard Piers gasp at the force of it. The electricity Piers emitted drove into Chris' body with shocks that tore through his person and danced in his mouth as Piers leaned down to kiss him, shocks running over his tongue and into Chris as he finally relented himself to the pure ecstasy. As Piers came hard in Chris' hand, he made sure to get every drop of his Piers' cum and roared loud enough to jar the sniper as that body around him contracted with every wave of his orgasm; teasing him as came hard into Piers' tight ass. The sounds Chris made were not even remotely human as he came. As Chris rolled his hips, pushing his length through that slick body; he came down from his orgasmic high. He wondered if Piers would get freaked out at how his voice sounded, but he'd barely heard it himself as he pushed through his own orgasm, feeling the body around him sweet and coating his cock. Before freeing Piers from being pinned in place on his wait, he moved his cum-stained hand to the 'mouth' at his neck. The 'mouth' was still out to lick his sweet cum off of his hands. 'So good…it tastes so fucking good…my Piers, I could get addicted to your cum…'
The blinding behind his eyes was all that Piers could see, as he came hard in Chris' hand, gripping at his Captain's chest as the older man thrust deep into him, hard enough he felt his stomach curl at how well his Captain filled him. Everything was overly sensitive and after cumming from that cock making him its own personal fuck hole. He was on the verge of ecstasy itself and Chris felt overbearingly thick, every nerve on fire as he gasped and near collapsed on Chris' chest, his abdomen contracting and every muscle. The sound he made when Chris came was nothing compared to how it felt, warm semen filling him to the point where the young Ace dropped his head, falling forward, but refusing to move from his Captain's lap, rolling his hips with the last waves of orgasm that over took his Captain. The cool air on his sweat slick body was a reprieve, Piers tipping his head so that he could kiss his Captain's stubbled jaw as he grimaced in pleasure, absentmindedly clawing at the flesh of his shoulder. "...I didn't deserve that."
Chris' crimson eyes began to dim until they regained their red, lizard-like appearance. The 'mouth' on his neck was still out and hissing in contentment. Chris held onto his Piers as he came down from his orgasmic high along with feeling Piers' own. It would take some time for his body to settle down and Chris could feel Piers' claws removing the skin on his shoulder. Chris looked at his Piers while he was doing it and then took a look at his shoulder. He could see an obsidian 'skin' on the areas that Piers had clawed off during their sexual romp and since Piers was still clawing at the shoulder, more of the obsidian 'skin' was getting exposed. The skin on his shoulder would grow back eventually, but he wondered what Piers would think. It was clear Piers was riding the high, hi eyes fluttered shut, rocking ever so slightly as Chris continued to hold onto his Piers and spoke in a distorted voice, "I love you so much Piers. Course you deserved it," Chris chuckled to his sweet boy. "But Piers, there is something...,"amusement laced his tone, drawing a contented hum from the sniper. "Are you enjoying clawing at my shoulder?" Chris honestly wondered what Piers reaction would be and he did feel amused that his Piers was still clawing at his shoulder. The 'mouth' on Chris' neck was hissing in amusement as well, though it was clear he hadn't been aware of it himself until Chris brought attention to the action. His fingers locking in place with blood coated claws, more barbed from the way his mutation had cursed his arm, casing their motion.
Piers didn't open his eyes, just stopped the trail of kisses he was lavishing on Chris, tipped his head to the side and ran his tongue over the obsidian 'skin' he hadn't acknowledged, humming in contentment at the taste despite blood and the slickness of the 'flesh' beneath. "Just afterglow.. I didn't mean to. Are you alright, Captain?" He winced slightly over the hissing of the 'mouth' in his shoulder, his normal hand coming up and caressing along the outside of it. Chris' voice was different to say the least and he knew the strange slickness of fresh skin beneath his shoulder because his own did the same whenever the mutation of his arm split the olive toned skin and replaced it with that pulsing tissue. The claws his fingers had managed to partially mutate to were slowly returning to normal, buthe had resumed peeling at the heated flesh with them until they had returned to normal, sucking on the fresh tissue. They were both mutated, there was no fear of anything otherwise and Chris ketp shifting his hips that way up into him. Were it normal skin, he would have left a mark, nuzzling at it. Piers knew full well he was a complete monster: His arm, the electricity, the pheromones that drove his body to insane distraction, so Chris' own transformation... he tried very hard to accept as his own. He hated himself, but Chris was his Captain, and he loved every part of him, including the strange flavor of his darkened dermis.
Each lick of his obsidian 'skin' felt completely foreign; and he loved the feeling of Piers' tongue on it. It was a unique feeling to him and he could feel as Piers' tendrils swept out getting a taste as well. The 'mouth' on his neck was hissing at Piers while Piers caressed it. Seeing his Piers at this moment made Chris feel content, more content that he had ever felt in his life so far. Being with his Piers, sharing an intense intimate moment with the man he loved more than anything, and now just being together in the afterglow made Chris feel wonderful. Without for once, his sniper's horror at his own body and mutations. He could feel everything that Piers was feeling and it magnified his own feelings. He was a monster now, something he used to fight against during most of his life, but he knew he would always be this way from now on. He loved the way he was; and being with his Piers…he would always be with him. Chris knew that the mutation changed him in every way possible and those changes were so he could protect and take care of his Piers. He would never let his boy go and he wanted Piers to be happy, content. Chris knew that Piers hated himself, but he would show Piers all of the love and passion he could, even in such a time and place. He had shown and would always show his desire, love, obsession, and passion for his this man. Soldier and lover.
"Piers," distorted, Chris' voice said, "I love you, so...so much." Chris kissed his Piers while the 'mouth' on his neck hissed with delight.
Piers was almost unconscious as his fingers picked, catching at the place where the skin was still fused to itself and sighing out contentment. It was one thing Piers never asked Chris too say to him. When they first started all of this, the idea that they would love each other was almost foreign. He didn't expect Chris to ever say it. They were soldiers, and he was a grown man sleeping with his commanding officer. Saying those words seemed so out of place. Being empathic and having a bond with Piers meant that Chris already knew that Piers loved him and he did not have to say it…Chris felt it Still the way Chris hissed them out made his skin tingle, sealing his lips over obsidian and letting those tendrils lap and lick at the flesh beneath before finally pulling away, prying himself out of Chris' grip and practically falling off him as he rolled onto his back on the scrunched up blankets finally feeling the emptiness when he separated from his Captain, gasping in the air. He loved Chris, he did, but saying it out loud made his stomach hurt. There was too much behind those words and on the eve of something more devastating he had trouble even forming them. Once this was over, once they had collected themselves, slept, whatever the case would be, he'd have to turn back into his Captain's soldier, and he wasn't ready to say goodbye to this just yet. "Whatever happens Chris, don't forget what you just said."
Hello again! As Always! Just wanted to throw out the props again. This is an RPG turned fanfiction and is edited from its original format into story style. Its a tad different than my usual, but that's the point of having two people writing one thing, it gives different perspective to my already well made points! All RE characters belong to Capcom, even if I kidnapped Piers.
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Chris and his wily nature = Mmori and her wonderful grammar editing self! She is in charge of all the fun spell checks and grammar I tend to butcher while speed typing.
Piers and his roleplaying way of always turning sex into war! Is all me. As well as the edits tha turn this from RP into Fanfiction. Hope you all enjoyed.
Please let us know what you think so far as i'm an attention whore and can't help wanting to know! Please throw me a review or few so I can go crazy with love on you guys!
NEXT CHAPTER! The war begins!
