Fluff for my friends before we move on to the end...

"I don't want you to go..."

"Then come with me." Seemed like a sappy movie scenario, almost exactly down to the way Luka's arms were wrapped possessively about lither shoulders, pulling the man ever closer with each passing second. Taking in his scent, his narrow nose buried deep in tawny haired locks, whilst a palm squeezed firmly against well built muscles, watching as his observed beauty turned in the sheets, silky against his always, naturally tan hide. He was warm, Piers flesh always was, but it didn't stop him from constantly complaining of the cold. Perhaps it was just that Piers just enjoyed the manner of being held this way. Floors up in the sky, hidden from the world, in the sniper's own bed, onyx black sheets wrapped over lengthy limbs, standing out so starkly against his own pale limbs, while the T.V. hummed on mute with some movie playing that had been the only one his perfect tiger seemed to own. Of course, about some military movement. It had been on repeat all night long, neither of them truly watching the film. Rather, Luka was finally enjoying the comfort of holding Piers for the first time without fear of having him pull away. After the actions in the captain's office, the two of them getting out the frustration they both felt for their situation, it was about time. Piers was so out of tune with his own emotions, he could fly off the handle with nothing more of a push, and in the same breath he would lay here, like a tame cat, ask him not to leave. Not that Luka would have it any other way. The drill Sergent in the sniper wouldn't allow such intimacy or vulnerability. That didn't mean he didn't want to be, and that was proven, as long fingers drew on Luka's smooth pale chest, tips drawing concentric circles around the bud of harden flesh he found.

"I thought you Russians didn't get cold." Amused, those bow shaped lips found there way around the same bit of flesh he'd been teasing to pertness under his nimble fingers, giving a short flick of he tongue before pulling back; earning an enthused baritone chuckle from his victim."Some commie you are."

"I would not attribute such things with the sauna which you live, soldier." Piers had a tendency to run his heat, even in summer. Always chilly that one. Not to the point of discomfort, but Piers liked to be in a constant state where it felt as though he were lounging under the sun. Fitting, considering the fact that his flesh was such a warm tone. He'd come from some southern state, but it didn't account for the natural full body tan, Kentucky wasn't far enough south to justify the heat he enjoyed either. It was just who Piers was. He didn't need an explanation, and the Russian captain liked him just the way he was. He'd grow accustomed to the cold when he came back with him. And beside all that, it was not the cold that had goosebumps riddling his flesh. It was the insatiable manner that those hands kept finding themselves teasing every inch of his chest. Incredibly distracting, that perfect mouth. Just a short lived, lethargic manner of enjoying tasting Luka's pale smooth chest, but it seemed to please the intelligence officer enough just to watch him. "I will never know what is the plot of this movie if you continue to distract me, printsessa." Lips pulled away, leaving a deepening purple mark, Piers never looking up from it, as a finger swept through spit.

"Its about me if I was a bitter retired army sniper."

"The only movie you own, and it is about snipers? Do you ever tire of your job?" Chuckling, the man winced at the prick of well kept finger nails that pinched into his ribcage for teasing. "Do not blame me for your terrible taste in video recordings."

"Haha, its a DVD Luka. Why are you so old, huh?"

Such a tease, already back to skating his tongue along the smooth contours of pallid skin. "Do not get carried away, printsessa." Thin lips parted, tempered breathing at an attempt to ignored the pleased hums of the man pressing those petal soft lips to his skin for short lived kisses as he moved lower down, resting the side of smooth profile against the slim set abdominal. "My last mission with your alpha team has debriefing in an hour."

"An hour? I'll be done with you in ten minutes."

"Cocky little sniper."

Honestly if anyone was cocky, it was Chris for having though Piers would have left well enough alone when Luka came back for him. He didn't know what Chris had done, but he didn't need to. He could tell that there was a significant difference in his personality after that day, and Luka, though archaic, made much more sense than he thought. Piers could tell when something had changed, and he let it. Conflictual desires were not so easily dealt with. Watching Chris describe their enemy, hazel orbs followed him to the exact. His captain was that, and always would be his captain. There could be no replacement for how Piers felt for the man, no doubt why it was so hard to think of anything but him. But there was no lying on his part, the sniper was very self actualized when it came to the situation that they found themselves. Chris was lost. And it didn't matter how hard Piers fought to bring him back to his senses, he would stay that way so long as things maintained the same. Change the status quo. Luka was enamoring. He treated him in ways that made his body so warm. There was too much of a difference between them. Piers loved his captain, Luka loved Piers, but he could never replicate the feelings he had for Chris, and put them toward the communist soldier. It was a stand still. Yet, Luka had asked the sniper to come with him to the S.O.U. in the B.S.A.A.'s Russian branch. If there was anything Chris would notice, it would be his A.T.L. making a request to leave their team. If it could make a difference? If it could bring him out of his stupor of malcontent, wasn't that worth it? It was cruel though, in his own mind, using Luka to get to Chris. But if Chris didn't see his error, then it wasn't truly using his new captain. If Chris didn't see it, then what was stopping Piers from leaving? From letting the man take him back with him. Get a team, move on from all this, and becoming the soldier he was meant to be.

"MOVE OUT!"