'Last shot almost took my ear off! You want to watch it Nivans?'

'Shut up Rose, or I'll make certain the next one has your mouth written on it.'

'Speaking of putting something in your mouth Nivans. Bolted out of the bar so fast last night I never got my-

A shot rang out, the signature boom of the rifle that Piers had taken for his primary despite S.O.U. protocols, or B.S.A.A. precautions, the bullet heat kissing the the side of Marco's face. Peeling the skull of the creature behind his back int to a dozen shattered pieces of skull, brain matter following in a splatter pattern that coated the explosives expert's back. There was quiet on the line again for several seconds, the popping of distant gunfire like popcorn in the microwave. Close calls were sobering in the B.S.A.A., particularly ones with such a warrant of death as their sniper's rifle felling unseen enemies. Raising a hand to his ear, Piers ever took his eyes from the scope, he eyed the would be dead man who continued on through the pack of creatures that had been released on border of Mexican soil. "I've got your six Rose." Reassurance of his confidence was enough to make the snarky bastard take a breath, Piers giving a brief nod to himself for their continued accomplishments. Lying prone with his left leg pulled up beneath him to prop weight, he loaded another round from the rigs on his thighs, feeding it into the click and snap of that beloved creature in his hands that the world had seen fit to call his wife. The line was clear for another long while, that was without the chatter from Airhart about the price of cattle in this day and age. Apparently he wanted to take up farming if he managed to finish his stint in the Special Operations Unit.

'What about you captain? What's the plan?'

'The cap'ain is a lifer Rose, you know tha.'

'Nivans?'

'Dude, are you brain dead? I think you are the only one in this unit that thinks about that shit. As though any of us really has the patience for civilian life. Too much fun taken these things out. On top of that are you trying to retire the B.S.A.A. two best reasons for joining up man? Captain has the reputation, and if that doesn't do it for the new recruits, just ask Macauley for his reason for being here.'

'Well I-

'Shut up Finn. Even Nivans knows you spend all your time staring at his ass. Or are you looking for him to fill yours?'

'Would you all shut up already. We've got three- One more hostile up ahead.' Piers took the shot, dropping it like just another sack of meat, a round severing the neck and taking the head with it, the corpse a myriad of disgusting decomposition. The shot merely accented the end to the final rush, the last surge ended as Chris' voice came over the com, calling them to lower their weapons. 'E.T.A. on meet up is thirty minutes. I want all of you to keep radio silence until then. No more of this shit until the job is over or its your heads. Nivans we'll see you up there in thirty.' Piers shook his head, flipping his scope shut for the first time in almost three hours, tugging his beloved with him back over the edge of the precipice with a chuckle at how short Chris was getting with Alpha team for their banter. It wasn't the first time. When they started their relationship, Chris wouldn't allow any of it, back when Piers was a rookie. It was all about getting the job done for their captain, something he admired. A small hum escaped his lips before hands on his hips jarred him from his thoughts, instinctually reacting with a flip of his body and swinging his opposed leg with him to kick, catching the side of his assailant, with an arm hugging round his well made leg. Force folded the joint and Luka chuckled, kneeling over the younger soldier and his inability to relax for even a hair's breadth of a second.

"Damn it Luka..."

"Heh... Did I frighten you printsessa?" The Russian chuckled seeing the wash of relief over smooth features and the playful punch to his shoulder, leaning over the body hugging the rifle between them; lips catching soft pouted ones, and pulling the leg around his waist. The blond's finger tips slid over the outside that muscled extremity, sliding it further along; catching rigs and gear without concern until he cupped slim hips in his hands. The rigid soldier under his broad frame was taut as always, but it didn't stop him form enjoying those bow shaped tiers as they parted at his will, greeting that humid mouth with a talented tongue that managed to steal all the complaints from Piers' lungs. Forcibly held in place, large hands held the sniper deftly in place, a hand winding between them to take a handful of what he'd spent far too much time over the last few days enjoying. It earned him those resilient gasps that he enjoyed forcing from the smaller man beneath him, peeling away the rifle along with his lips. "Remove these printsessa." Giving the rigs on Pier's waist a yank capable of lifting his hips clean off the ground Piers gasped from the sudden rush of color to his face over the assault, olive colored skin revealed as Luka stole away the scarf that always hid that last remaining bit of flesh from prying eyes, latching his lips to one of the twenty marks of teeth and suction that had left it's story. White enamel raked across skin, giving another jerk to that which had not yet been yielded, Piers' tenor gasps filling his senses and giving rise to the lust of determination, biting into muscle while wet muscle laved the tortured flesh, grinding their hips together. Disabling his pretty little sniper from fighting back against his own wanton lusts; one hand pulling into blond strands of hair; removed from their orderly position as a fist tightened at the scalp, stifling a moan as teeth ravaged all the more violently. The other hand was fighting orders to break down and remove what was keeping the Russian commander from using his body right then to take his prize. "Let me reward you agent. Perfection deserves recognition." The words had their desired affect, stroking a far to long ignored ego before losing patience, taking grip with both hands to the rigging at his waist and undoing them within seconds, tearing the fatigues apart at his waist, the button scattering somewhere and torn.

"Lucky we can't-"

His voice was cut off as two fingers, pale and slim pushed passed those pouted tiers, sweeping he inside of his mouth until he caught Piers' tongue with his fingers, a devilish smirk on the face of the man who nibbled teasingly at Piers' neck. "Of course we can not... no time for that now. I will take my time with you later agent... For now, work like that needs reward." Sucking on the flesh beneath his teeth, lips curled in a smile feeling Piers body react to his torment, suckling on the fingers in his mouth. "Good printsessa. Very good." Removing moist fingers from Piers' full lips, Luka placed a short lived kiss on his upper tiers, hand delving back to the fatigues he'd torn open.

"Not here Lucky. We're on mission. Yo... you can't..," Piers words were breathless, panting as fingertips slid between round cheeks, and his torturer chuckled darkly as the body under him arched up completely when he pushed them inside him. "We can't."

"Of course not." Always fighting this one. Even as fingers pumped inside him and legs parted further for the Russian, he was still verbally fighting their actions. Piers. Ever the good boy, trying to hide his dark desires with that soldieresque behavior. The rifle in his hands clattered to the side, fingers tightening in strands of thin platinum hair. He hadn't taken everything he wanted from him yet though. Their game of cat and mouse wasn't won by a long shot. He knew the obstacle that lay in his way, and when the B.S.A.A., S.O.U. captain discovered that his prefect little prize was being stolen from him, no doubt there would be a war. He was at a disadvantage, and in this situation it would never appear so: tawny haired perfectionist making throaty panting to each thrust of his fingers. However, he was far from winning. This was the first time he'd had him alone during a mission, and if he could, he would make damn sure every second of every day was spent with the beautiful submissive being trained to think of his as captain. Christopher Redfield was not a giving man and neither were the type to share. Once the drunk woke from his stupor, and finally took a look at what was happening from under his own nose, he would no doubt be furious. Anyone with the privilege to touch the sculpted, compact frame in his hands would fight to keep him. He had enough trouble getting lust to override 'duty' with this younger man, but if asked to chose between the two at this point the clear front runner was the man he continued to return to. Luka wouldn't have it. He wouldn't share with Chris, and the only way to ensure it wouldn't happen was giving Piers every little thing he needed and wanted. The other night after the bar it had been to feel wanted. Now, it was the overwhelming conflict between being good boy, and being Luka's pretty whore. No reason he couldn't make the soldier into both.

Piers wasn't some girly girl who wanted to make love. He was a perfectly competent soldier, use to earning what he wanted and who had the desire to always please. Chris was lucky that way. Piers was always seeking to please his captain. So he would make him crave the things he never had. Twist him every which way until Chris had absolutely no shot in the dark at all. Leaning in, he whispered in Piers' ear, cooing at him as tenor eyes snapped shut in response to the twist of fingers inside him, stretching his body around him. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, though he wouldn't need either soon enough. Piers hid it well, but he liked it rough and after the other night and day spent in his apartment forcing him over every surface in that apartment, it was clear that he liked Luka's way of manipulating him as well. "You want me printsessa? Speak." The first step had always been getting Piers to admit to what he wanted, and who he wanted. Such a silent lover. The night he'd taken him the first time had been a fight, a naturally learned response to a sniper under duress was to be quiet, but Luka wanted him to say it, so he could hear it wih his own ears that he was the one that Piers wanted. The words trapped in the confines of strained, attacked muscles tripped behind teeth when Piers purred at the brush of calloused pads over that place inside him being teased until his entire body was rigid from the restraint he demanded of his body. Lips caressed Piers' lower tier, biting and giving a tug that made him whimper, breath hitching as every action ceased ice blue eyes capturing hazel that pleaded silently. "Tell me what you want."

"I... I.."

'Nivans, switch to private channel four.'

"Shit." That was all it took, Piers giving one strong shove with his right arm with enough force to throw the older captain off him, pulling away and righting his rigs that were so askew. Luka sneered, hearing the gruff sound of deeper baritone in his own ear on the request for the sniper, ice cold eyes narrowing that could cause Hell to freeze over. "Yes captain?" Piers jumped for that man. Luka grit his teeth, branished strength heaving himself from the ground while seeing those full lips curl for the sound of their captain's voice, beads of sweat tumbling down his temple while hands hurriedly set to getting himself brushed off.

'Sound out of breath soldier. Catch you at a bad time?' Piers' face flushed, gasping in air, as he reached for his rifle, deft fingers catching his own in a quick display of complete dominance. Luka's longer limbs gave him superiority in close quarter combat, but they were closer to one another, with Chris purring in his sniper's ear while wrists were jerked over his head. Letting sturdy hold on slim wrists work as an anchor to throw weight, twisting in his grip so Pier's back was to Luka's chest, curling forward, and pitching the body clean over the top of him when his own hands locked with hose hold his wrists. 'When we get back I'll make sure you're really out of breath.' Chris chuckled over the line, hearing the sharp intake of breath, even without knowing the reason why. Piers' turned three shades of red at Chris' words, a shade darker for each sin. For cheating on Chris with Luka, his lust for Chris, and for letting the way Luka was manhandling combined with the crooning of his captain make his body refuse to defend like it should. 'You almost took off Rose's ear today Piers. You've got to be more careful than that. Report.' Throwing an elbow that was caught, Piers was shoved up against the oak that overhung them, a second shove, shoving him passed bracing hands until his torso was up against the trunk of the thing. Hurried hands dominated him, cramming fatigues down around his thighs, sturdy legs kicked apart. "Do not push me away printsessa, not for him. Let me," his words were bitten off, dropping to his knees behind the younger man fingers splayed across his backside and jerking down black boxer briefs with one move, "Reward you."

Fingers preceded tongue, both causing the sniper breath to turn ragged, catching his palms on the trunk of the tree and then his forehead. Chris' voice was impatient over the wire for his report, bu Luka would have none of it, delving his tongue deeper inside him as fingers wound him into knots. Time stood still, Chris screaming in his ear but all he could hear was the blood rushing through his head and his heart beat thundering in his chest. "Luka... I.." The tongue receded from inside teasing the rim of his muscle.

"Answer him sniper. Let him hear your moans."