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Chapter 5: Ripples
Piers suddenly shifted in Redfield's arms, Chris glancing down at him as he attempted to blink back an onslaught of tears.
"Maybe…" whispered the sniper, "maybe a...bath…?"
Pushing the lump lodged in his throat back down, the Captain murmured, "Yeah...yeah, of course."
Calling in the nurse, Redfield quired about a private bath they could use. The blonde blinked curiously in return, but then nodded quickly. "Yes, definitely." He pointed to a closed door on the right side of the room. "There's the bathroom. I'll get it started."
"Thanks," he answered, his voice a little less dead.
Fitting his left arm underneath Piers' knee, he lifted the limp sniper from the thick sheets and rounded the bed. The nurse turned on the water full blast as the Captain entered, steam pouring into the sage-green plastic tub.
"It's all yours, bud," said the blonde with a single nod. "Call if you need anything."
"Thank you."
Shutting the door with his foot, he rested Piers on the edge of the tub. Nivans swayed unsteadily, but the Captain kept a hand on his shoulder as he untied the back of the hospital gown. Gently, he slipped the thin fabric from the lieutenant's trembling, pale body. The tub was filling nicely as Chris bunched the young soldier to his chest again and gradually placed him into the hot, clear waters. A last-second thought made the Captain sit down and yank off his boots as well, tossing them to the corner. He yanked the t-shirt free of his body, then jerked off his fatigues, kicking them into the pile.
Settling at the edge of the tub, Chris swallowed his dread, the fear from just looking at Piers' ashen skin tone. Instead, he cupped his hand and rinsed handfuls of the hot liquid over smooth muscles, barely able to enjoy the simple touch. He wished he could touch Nivans like this every day…brown eyes soaked in all of his partner's details, from his slender neck to the curve of his jaw to his round chin and all the little lines on his shoulders. The boy was handsome, far more than Redfield deserved.
Eventually, the tub was full and everything was quiet, save for the sound of water dripping from Chris' flushed fingers. Every now and again, he made sure his young partner was breathing, his pulse elevating a little from the warmth of the water.
The lieutenant suddenly hummed, cutely lifting his shoulders as he rubbed his still-working eye. Blinking lazily at the Captain, who offered the best weakened smile, he said, "There you are."
"Here I am," replied Chris as he skimmed his finger over his partner's jawline.
Softly sighing, Nivans leaned into the touch. "This is nice…"
The sniper watched with interest as his Captain gnawed at his lip, a habit he developed over the course of their time spent in the hospital. It was endearing, his concern...he was staring at Piers like a worried mother, and Nivans wanted to kiss that frown away. He wanted to feel those velvet lips melt into his, he just wanted…
Leaning to his side—Redfield blinking in surprise—Piers drew in close and fastened his mouth to his Captain's. Although a little stunned, Chris didn't pull away and the younger slipped his tongue behind a wall of teeth, reveling in his sweet, butter-cookie taste. Their warm tongues mixed together, the sniper dissolving into the basking glow called Chris Redfield. Nursing the swell of his superior's bottom lip, a slight, coaxing noise slipped from Chris' throat that sent a fiery arrow of desire straight to the sniper's groin. The lieutenant's need was evident as he pressed his mouth harder against his Captain's, bringing a measure of life back to him when he'd felt so drained before.
Then, suddenly, the larger male took hold of Nivans' shoulders, pulling him away. The Captain's face was contorted with worry as he murmured quietly, "You should...you need to rest. Your body needs to recover."
Pouting, Piers glared at him and said, "Rot in a hospital bed...or have sex with the hot Captain."
The pair stared at each for a long moment, Chris' chocolate-brown eyes flicking around his partner's face in thought. Doubt surfaced in the lieutenants mind, his shoulders slumping as disappointment covered him like a blanket. He couldn't force Chris to do anything, naturally. However, the simmering thought of sex and being one with the Captain manifested a feeling of something other than just pure exhaustion. He had no problem kicking the bucket if it meant it being in the throes of of having another mind-blowing orgasm.
Shuffling his footing and releasing his hold on the sniper's arms, Redfield muttered, "Fine, you win. But you're not allowed to make that face at me anymore."
Nivans grinned, triumphant. "What face?"
"You know what—hey!" he gasped. Piers, instead of returning to Chris' mouth, had moved down south to nurse his flush nipple.
For ages, the sniper had dreamed about sucking those perfect nipples and no-one was going to deny him tonight. Despite Chris' one protest, he simply watched his partner now as he lovingly sucked the pink skin, Piers wrapping his arms around the elder's frame and drawing his heavy abdomen close. Water lapped the edges of the bathtub, although neither noticed as Nivans nipped the sensitive area, drawing a sweet gasp from his superior. Redfield's legs trembled slightly with building pleasure, finding it easy to get in the mood besides the circumstances. Maybe it was because Piers alone drew it out of him—whatever the case, Chris was getting hard when Piers reached down with a single hand, brushing his finger over the crack of his buttcheeks.
"Huh-uh, I don't think so," said Redfield as he got to his feet, grabbing both of Nivans' biceps to drag him up, too.
Confused, Piers didn't struggle as Chris lifted him from the water as it cascaded over his flushed skin. Behind the Captain, there were four or five towels and he grabbed a couple, using one to wrap around the young man's soaked frame and another to lay out on the floor. The sniper felt uncertain, his legs still weak and quivering as he watched Chris. Did he...change his mind?
At that moment, the elder took Piers' arms again and directed him to sit on the edge of the tub. Then he sat directly in front of the young ace, legs folded under him, scooting in close. Nivans blushed when the Captain urged the lieutenant's legs apart, exposing the erect member beneath.
"Wh...what're you doing?" wondered Piers bashfully.
Chris peered up at him. "What does it look like?"
"Have you...done it before…?"
His superior blinked at him, unfazed. "Well, it can't be that hard, can it? Why, have you?"
Nivans saw no point in keeping the lid on it, as it was. "Yeah."
"Was it awful?" asked Redfield bluntly.
The sniper quickly shook his head, toes curling with anticipation.
"Then what's the big deal?" And then he leaned in, wrapping both arms around the ace's lean waist and resting on his legs. Still dripping wet, his dick was slick as Chris nudged it with his nose, hot tongue darting out to taste it.
A wonderful, groin-burning moan came from Piers as he intently watched the Captain, his attention solely on the warmth of his tongue and his hard cock. Meanwhile, Chris was trying to think what felt good on him so he could dish out some half-decent moves, even if he was a novice at this sort of thing. Using only his mouth, he caressed the pink tip, the edges, the thin slit at the top. Cautious, he gently raked his teeth over the sensitive skin, making the member twitch as Piers' gasp dissolved into a moan.
Finally, the Captain took the member fully into his mouth, earning a lovely sound as his partner skimmed gentle fingers over Chris' scalp. The sniper's musky scent was everywhere, enticing the escalating fire as he sucked Piers' dick like a lollipop. Every now and again, there was the salty undertone of precum, Nivans squeezing his legs around Redfield's large frame.
Chris performed well, making Piers' dick swell with need as he made some of the most delicious sounds his superior had ever heard. Against the sniper's usual, guarded persona, this was a side the Captain had never witnessed before—vulnerable and exquisite, begging to be gobbled up. He tasted good, he smelled good, he looked good—it was enough to drive Redfield crazy. His own rod was hard and straining against the rough material of his briefs, begging to make Nivans cry out his name over and over again.
"Y-you're…" the sniper panted, cheeks red as cherries, "you're really...good at this!"
A haughty satisfaction came over Redfield, knowing he wasn't the only one who got hot and bothered by the other. This relationship was going to get very addicting, very quick.
"Nnn, wait…! Captain…!" gasped Piers breathlessly as he shuddered. "I'm...I'm close…!"
The Captain didn't stop, but instead slipped his balmy palm underneath the towel and over the round circumference of Nivans' sleek backside. Steadily, he used his fingers to make an invisible line down the center, eventually to the bare entrance.
Chris didn't even need to put a finger in to tip his partner over the edge—suddenly Piers cried out and his superior's mouth was filled to the brim with thick, boiling seed. There was so much that it poured from his soft lips and down his scruffy chin, dripping onto the towel below. Redfield didn't know what to do, even with the sniper's twitching dick still in his mouth.
"Hah...oh, Captain…" moaned Nivans as he offered the larger man a pleading look, "I'm...so sorry, Captain…"
Plucking the cock from his burning mouth, Chris stood upright with the hard-on of his life. Tugging the annoying briefs from his stiff rod, Piers leaned forward, dropping his jaw to return the favor—when Redfield stopped him. Glancing up at his Captain, the heavy male shook his head and cupped his hand to his lips. Rooted, Nivans watched with wide eyes as Chris opened his mouth and white streamed out into his large palm. Then, he used the spit and cum mixture to gloss his dick, making Piers drool at the sight. The sniper had never seen anyone do that before.
"Are you ready, Piers?" murmured Chris huskily.
"Y...yes..." he whispered, eyes glued to the dripping thing that was his Captain's God Rod. He'd only been able to touch it before without really taking in its size: the thing was massive, burning red with thick veins webbed around it.
Bending down, Redfield slipped his enormous arms beneath either of Nivans' legs, propping them upwards. "Put your arms around me," instructed his superior softly, his eyes like rich honey.
Despite the traces of uncertainty in his thoughts, Piers hastily wrapped his arms around Chris' powerful neck. What is he…? The thought never finished when suddenly the larger man swept him into the air, a gasp rushing out of the young sniper as he hugged Redfield's head to him.
"C...Captain…!" exclaimed Piers, his cheeks flushing into a beautiful rosy color. He could sense the giant cock brushing his underside, very close to the very exposed opening.
"Stand at attention, soldier," replied Chris in a sexy, gruff manner.
"Y-yessir!"
Oh my god, I'm in love, thought Nivans. Yes, he thought he was in love before—a crushing love, more like—but now he was in love. Heart throbbing at the dawning realization, he squeezed his partner's shoulders all the tighter. I'm in love.
Deliberately, Chris pressed the head of his dick to Nivans' tight entrance, the young sniper trying to relax around his Captain as he ducked his head against the crevice of his superior's neck. Gravity aided in the process, pushing the throbbing member past the lips as it penetrated deeper. A mew found its way out, a tiny noise only serving to make Redfield all the hornier. It should not be legal for Piers to make sounds like that.
"Captain...it hurts...!" gasped the sniper as he clung Chris' shoulder, nails digging in.
He was only halfway there and Redfield couldn't help but prod. "I thought...you've been with others...?"
"He didn't have a python in his pants!"
Chris couldn't hold back his laughter, pressing a soft kiss to the lieutenant's ear. "Just a little more, sweetie. I'm almost there."
Despite the aching sting, the sniper couldn't help but feel loved by the way he said that word. Redfield didn't give anyone nicknames. Sweetie. I'm his sweetie.
Settling down to the hilt, Piers released a drawn-out moan, feeling every thick inch of the pulsing dick inside him. The curled angle of his taught frame pushed it against his prostate, sending a fiery jolt through the simmering pain. Nivans fit around his Captain like a glove, warm and tight and perfect. They were melting together, breathing together, their shallow pants and fluttering heartbeats timing with each other.
"I'm going to move..."
Chomping down on his lip, Nivans nodded. Chris started in a rhythm of slow, intense thrusts, pushing against that sweet spot over and over again where the sniper couldn't remember why it hurt in the first place. Redfield's cock driving upward felt so absurdly good it blocked out the hurt, the exhaustion, the doubt. Piers gasped with each buck of the Captain's hips, probably creating enough noise to wake up the entire hospital.
"Captain…" moaned Nivans as he gripped the larger man's giant shoulders.
Every muscle in Redfield's body was tense and sculpted underneath the young soldier's fingertips, hard as steel and not even quivering with the weight of his partner in his arms.
"Say my name, Piers," ordered the elder, his brown eyes boring into hazel ones.
"Nn...Chris!"
The Captain was devouring him, claiming every inch as his own.
"Again, Piers."
Nivans' body quaked, his strength waning as his hips turned to butter.
"Chris!"
It felt so damn good, but he couldn't keep his body upright anymore. Dizzy, the sniper tipped backwards towards the floor, Redfield lightning fast as he shifted one arm to catch his partner. Dropping to his knees, Chris reached out and grabbed the couple unraveled towels to place beneath Piers. Delicately leaning over, he eased his gasping Nivans onto the floor, still deep inside him.
Hovering over Piers' stretched, athletic frame, he cradled the lieutenant's slim waist to him and cupped his other warm hand over his partner's sweating forehead. "Are you okay, honey?"
Wheezing, Nivans beamed at his lover and murmured, "Never better, Captain."
Chris smirked, lifting his hips back to only fluidly roll forward again, drawing a delicious humm from thick, pink lips. The sniper's eyelids flickered as he settled his legs to loosely drape around his superior's hips. Redfield was addicted to the way he fit inside his partner, and within a minute, he was shrugging down heavily, burying himself farther and faster. Nivans' trembling, weakened arms enveloped the Captain's head again as he grunted from the fireworks of pleasure bursting inside. Every nerve sang with bliss, his skin flushed and, for the first time in three months, he was able to squeeze his infected eyelid shut.
There was no pain, no fear, just this joi de vivre.
"Chris…!" cried Piers as he arched his back, slicking his swelling member against the larger male's wet belly.
Redfield nearly peaked right then and there at the sight—beholding his lover writhing underneath him was almost too much—but he reeled, intent for Nivans to cum first. Tilting his head, he captured Piers' soft mouth, sucking in his gasps as he embraced the lieutenant tight against his frame. An incredible rush cascaded over the sniper, like a wave of pure heat clapping into him, as he cried out into his superior's lips. White spurted in between their rubbing tummies and Piers tightened around Chris like a vice, finally dragging Redfield into the intense light. Hot liquid poured into the ace, Chris grunting as he bathed in the incredible pleasure and need.
When all was said and done, they were left splayed on the cold bathroom tiles, panting and holding each other. Chris planted feathery kisses along Nivans' jawline, the satiny flesh of his neck, his smooth collar bone. Spent beyond spent, the sniper's hands and legs fell away, open to the tiny pecks his Captain dotted over his rosy skin.
"Captain…" whispered Piers, eyelids hooded, "...Chris…"
Lifting himself forward again, Redfield brushed his silk lips over his lover's. "Yes, Piers…?"
"I…" he stared straight through Chris' eyes and into his very war-hardened soul, "I love you."
Swallowing the sudden lump of stinging tears in the back of his throat, brown eyes softened into molten gold and he replied, "I love you too, Piers."
Nivans smiled, albeit a bit sadly, turning his superior's heart over in his chest. How could one little look from a slip of a man cause him to go weak in the knees? Chris never thought he could become attached to anyone ever again, not after losing Jill, not after losing his men, not after everything Umbrella and Wesker had done to destroy his world. He thought he could remain aloof and just friendly enough for people to leave him alone while he bided his time to die each night in his tiny, cluttered apartment.
Yet, Piers breathed life back into him and so much more. He didn't remember love like this. There was the duty of a soldier to his partner, to his comrades—then there was this. To feel so totally and desperately needing someone...Chris didn't want to imagine his life without his sniper's presence there.
The thoughts broke when Nivans shivered against him, cold dusting over his frame again without the heat of sex to keep him warm.
"I'll get a blanket, honey," whispered the heavier male as he pulled from Nivans' embrace.
Lifting himself from Piers' heated insides, Chris got to his feet and used a third towel to buffer himself off before grabbing his fatigues. He didn't bother to button them up (still hard as a rock), rather just as a precaution as he quietly opened the door. As silently as he could, Redfield reached for the plush, eggshell blanket on the cot—
Caio rushed into the room, already up in arms: "Chris Redfield! What the hell are you do—oh my god."
The Captain didn't know if it was his exposed, wet chest, his still-taught cock peeking out of his pants or what the whole image insinuated, but the Director inhaled sharply, averting her sheepish gaze as her whole, pale face became a brilliant red.
"Th-that is against regulations, Captain," she said with exasperation, her sapphire eyes flicking on and off his partially exposed privates.
"I apologize," answered Redfield with a cheeky tone (after all, he wasn't sorry whatsoever). It was interesting to see General Hardass shuffling about with nervousness. She could stare at mutilated B.O.W.'s, decapitated heads, blood and guts all day and yet when it came to Chris' manhood, she was at a loss. "I was helping Piers take a bath."
A huff. "W-we heard noises—"
"We also...had a tickle fight," murmured Chris. Taking the velvety blanket beneath his thick arm, he straightened, aiming to seem as large as possible. Usually worked when he wanted something to go his way.
Caio wasn't that stupid, though, and gave him a flat, lifeless look. "A tickle fight. Just call me General Idiot because that's obviously who you think I am."
"No…" replied the Captain as he dipped his head. "But for Piers' sake…"
Glaring daggers at him, she waited just enough time to make him squirm before she said, "You are going to get me fired."
"Am not—"
"Are too. Now—" she straightened her perfectly creased business pants and her suit jacket, "keep it down."
Redfield nodded submissively. "Yes ma'am."
With a puff, the older woman spun on her heel and stomped out, grumbling something about pythons under her breath. Chris smirked, despite himself—without any reason, "General Hardass" was suddenly taking a liking to him. He probably had Piers to thank for that.
Dismissing the awkward conversation, Chris returned to the bathroom to his lover, who hadn't moved an inch. If at all possible, he seemed even more burnt out than before theirs sex-capade, no thanks to the Captain's dried-up sex life. Head lolled to the side, dark eyelids heavy, Piers remained still as his partner bent over him. Redfield wiped away the sticky residue of cum from Piers smooth belly and beneath his legs, padding his olive skin dry.
"Alright, here we are," said Chris, half to himself and half to Piers.
One arm holding the blanket, he reached out with the other to help Nivans to his feet. The sniper took his hand and strained to pull his feet beneath him, only for his lean legs to quake in protest. He couldn't even stand, hardly able to keep his torso upright with one feeble elbow.
"Chris..."
"It's alright, it's alright," spoke the Captain swiftly as he returned to his knees. He was speaking words of comfort, but all he could think was Fuck, fuck fuck...
Sweeping the heavy white blanket around quivering shoulders, Redfield bundled the young soldier before picking him off the frozen floor. Piers didn't protest or glib, simply hanging, quiet, in his powerful arms like a limp rag doll. To say Chris wanted to kick himself was an understatement; it was hard to smother the regret and the resentment he felt towards himself, the guilt shrouding over him like a black cloud.
"Are you here with me, Piers?" asked his partner in a trembling voice. His tone was far weaker than he intended, showcasing his fears.
"'M here, Cap'n..." mumbled the distant lieutenant.
Chris settled onto the bed, shoving away the tubes and the wires, all save for one. Leaning back, he relaxed Piers to the plush pillows, shifting so both fit under the fluffy blanket. With a deep and content sigh, Nivans snuggled his naked frame against the elder. Stretching, the Captain grabbed the heart monitor and tagged it to his lover's forefinger, bringing the dark computer to their left back to life. The consistent ticking of Piers' heartbeat echoed in the room, leaving nothing else to Chris' thoughts.
As selfish as it sounded, he didn't want the lieutenant to sleep; he wanted to hear his young voice, to know that he was still here with him. Please...
"Hey," murmured his superior after a moment, rubbing the sniper's shoulder nervously, "let's get breakfast tomorrow, you and me."
Piers was halfway to dreamland, but responded softly anyways: "Mmkay, Cap'n..."
"There's this new place on the beach...they have donuts," he went on, blinking rapidly to keep the bombarding wave of tears back. It wouldn't be long, though. "In like a hundred flavors, too."
"Sounds good...Cap'n..."
"We can get there early, watch the sun rise..."
"Kay..."
"Maybe we can go to my sister's place afterward, you know? You never got to meet her...Claire. She's as crazy as you are."
Piers mumbled something unintelligible. Swallowing a rock, Chris curled his limbs around his lover in a futile attempt to keep him awake, his chest tightening with dread. God, please no...
"Oh, Piers..." The tears were falling before he could stop them, his hand cradling Nivans' lax head he pressed tear-stained lips to the younger man's smooth temple. There was a million things he wanted to say, to share with this man who had stolen his heart. "I never got to tell you...I never got to say thank you."
Slipping a thumb beneath the sniper's chin, his partner's eyes creaked open as if it was the hardest task in the world. "Mm...?"
"For saving my life," replied Chris as he sniffed, spellbound by earthy hazel eyes. His other once-infected eye had returned to normal, save for the milky white sheen masking his pupil. "You saved my life. Thank you."
Blinking slowly, a whisper of a smile crept over the young soldier's lips. "Of course...Cap'n..."
"So we'll just say good night, okay? Good night and see you in the morning."
Piers grinned that boyish grin, yanking at his Captain's heart strings. "Good night, Chris...I'll...see you in the morning."
Sucking in a haggard breath, Redfield pulled Nivans tight against his chest, his giant arms totally encompassing the lieutenant. Nivans descended into a silent sleep, the heart monitor steadily beeping away. That little shred of hope was the only thing keeping Chris from totally losing his mind as the dark minutes bore on.
As Piers auburn hair dried, Chris raked his hands through the silky threads, pressing trembling kisses to his pink cheeks. Minutes dragged into hours, the choking night never ending, nor Chris' resolve to see it through. He would go from I'm fine, he'll be fine, we'll make it through this to Oh, God, what do you expect me to do without him?!
Here in his arms, Chris would never get to guess or wonder if there was a different way. He would leave and never come back...!
"Oh, God..." whispered Chris as he bit his quivering bottom lip. "I don't know what I did to piss you off, but please...don't take it out on Piers. Please, God...just let him stay. Please, please let him stay, alright? I'll go in his place if I have to. He's young, he's supposed to take over for me and I'm...oh, God, please...!"
In the hallway, Caio cast her disheartened blue eyes to the floor at Chris' struggling gasps, his outcries. A couple of the nurses were standing by just in case, also silent and frowning as the clock rounded midnight.
Squeezing his partner's slack frame, Chris murmured his desperate hopes into Piers' soft hair. A agonizing headache was pounding restlessly at his the back of his skull, his whole body aching at the constant tension. He was terrified of falling asleep—for Piers to be gone before he woke up, for him to disappear without getting a chance to say good-bye…!
"Oh...God..."
How was he supposed to survive this?
"Please..."
Piers had given absolutely everything to him...
"Please, please..."
He wanted nothing more than to give Piers everything in return...
"Don't take him away from me..."