First, everything had gone downhill because of trying to deal with his overly drunk Captain, then Piers had to endure the aches and pains that came from being bent over top a damn pole at the waist with arms and legs tied together to prevent him from snaking his way out. Of all the things, after the already humiliating process of what he'd went through for half of the night, he woke up to that. To Finn. Out of everyone in the entire base, it just had to be the rookie. To make things even worse, Finn was just sitting there watching with those large, doe-like eyes and apparently for one reason or another, didn't know what to do. He blinked, "Why are you tied up in the Captain's-" There it was, the start to an onslaught of questions.
Piers would have none of it, "Just get me out of this, rookie."
"But sir! You-"
"Finn." After the night before and having woken up to something like that, the ace certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with any of it. He also needed to get up and get out before Chris came back... The older man had a tendency to forget most of the things he'd done if he drank enough, and the last thing Piers wanted to do was stir up any memories or worse - have to explain the entire night himself if the Captain caught him tied up in his office with dried semen all across his chest and stomach.
Finn cringed at the harshness outlining the tone as he scrambled forward with wide eyes to unhook the belt from the handle it was tied to. His head was in a whirl, face flushed a deep red at seeing the unit's ATL in such an embarrassing predicament. There were so many questions; where was the Captain? Did he know about this? Was he responsible? That last thought made his skin heat up even more imagining the man he idolized doing something so... Sexual, yet cruel, especially to one of his own men.
Piers leaned forward now that he was able to give the blushing rookie better access to his bound wrists. "Hurry up," He chided, not wanting to take any more time than necessary.
"Y-yes sir! Sorry, sir!" Finn fumbled with the cords, a bit more frantic while trying to keep his eyes away from anything but the bindings out of fear for personal harm if he was caught. Piers had a way of seeming exceptionally intimidating, even in his current state.
The moment his hands were free, Piers moved them to tug at the belt still dangling from around his neck where it had been left after the opposite end was untied from the drawer handle. He swallowed as soon as it was loosened and allowed his fingers to trail over the red skin, now raw and sensitive to the slightest touch. He winced, barely noticeable to the rookie who had repositioned himself at the sniper's feet to undo the bindings around his ankles.
"Maybe I should notify-" The comment was cut short by a grip around the front of Finn's shirt, pulling him closer so the two were face to face. Sharp hazel narrowed threateningly, sending a shiver down Finn's spine. "You don't say a word about this. Not to the Captain, not to Alpha. Not to anyone. Got me, rookie?" Doe-like eyes grew a size larger at the words, intimidation coiled itself over the sound of the voice, forcing several quickened nods from the demolitionist. Piers watched him for a few seconds longer until he was the least bit satisfied by the answer. He released his hold, allowing Finn to pull his body upright.
Piers made a move to push himself up, groaning softly at the way his body ached with each movement.
"Sir, are you-"
"Shut up, Finn." Piers grabbed a hold on the side of the desk to steady himself once he was on his feet. He'd play hell trying to hide it from the rest of the unit, never mind trying to conceal it from Chris. He'd have to make up a damn good excuse for all the damage unless he dared to call in... But it was too late for that. If Finn was already there, most of the men were too. He'd have to figure something out. Piers pushed himself away from the desk top to stumble toward the door, pausing next to it for a moment before he glanced over a shoulder and back at the rookie.
Finn didn't like the look he was getting, and shuffled a few steps back without realizing it.
"My clothes. They were left in the training room." There was no way Piers could risk stepping out of the office where he could be spotted, even with his skills in stealth. He was good at remaining unseen... But, he was also recovering from the events of the night prior. He was in no condition to play hide and seek with the entire base. "I need you to get them and bring them back. Fast." It wasn't a question. He offered no choice on the matter.
Finn was practically sprinting out the door after that.
Piers sighed, hands raising to scale over his facial features where they lifted to roam through his hair, already out of place with several unkempt locks dangling over his forehead from the rough treatment he'd endured. He leaned his back against the wall off the the side of the door while he waited, feeling more and more nasty the longer Finn took. There he was, standing in his Captain's office; completely nude, body abused in all sorts of ways, with dried cum coated over his front and at the insides of his thighs. The entire situation was dirty, and the fact that Finn new about it made things so much worse. The kid wouldn't dare to write a report, not when he knew Piers would easily shove a round into his ass that would make the hole twice its size, all without a lick of hesitation. It was a small relief, better than being found by his sober Captain. But the fact that Finn knew was still a risk in itself. Piers would have to keep a close eye on the boy so that nothing slipped loose.
There was a soft knock and the door slid open just enough for Finn to shuffle inside, cheeks still red with his eyes downcast. Piers had hoped the rookie managed to maintain some semblance of being discreet about it, considering how odd it must have looked to anyone passing by who happened to see Finn with a pile of clothes gathered up in his arms while heading toward the Captain's office. At least he'd been relatively quick.
Piers grabbed the stack of fabrics without so much as a thanks and rushed to slip them over his body. He'd have to rechange and shower the moment he was able. He probably still smelt like sex, judging by the way Finn would occasionally wrinkle his nose.
"Finn," Piers called for the boy's attention as he pulled on his jacket. The younger man perked up at the sound, innocent eyes still having a hard time dealing with everything he'd just witnessed. Piers bent over to retrieve the scarf Finn had dropped to the floor upon releasing him. He wove it over his neck, still wet with his own saliva, to cover up the marks the belt had left behind over his throat before he pointed an accusing finger toward Finn. "Remember. Not a word."
"Y-yes sir!"
Piers lowered his hand to brush by and pull open the door, giving a quick glance in each direction before he stepped into the hallway. He couldn't even see the full extent of damage on his own without a mirror, he probably looked like he'd been through hell. He'd always been clean and tidy, hair perfected in its upward spikes at the front with all clothing firmly fitted and in place. Now... Now, he was disheveled. He had rushed to put everything on, his hair was out of place, and his skin was on fire with red marks and bruises. Not to mention he was still aching from the forced sex during the night before, which made walking rather uncomfortable. He'd never felt more miserable in his life.
That was to say, until he'd rounded a corner.
Directly into Chris.
Piers swallowed, struggling to maintain some sort of composure at the sight of the other man who seemed more surprised than anything at his current condition. Good, that meant he didn't remember... At least not yet. Piers would try his hardest to keep it that way.
"Captain." The sniper greeted, his tone somehow kept perfectly balanced.
"Piers! What the hell happened to you?"
Had it really been so obvious that something was wrong? By the look he was receiving with widened eyes, it must have been. Piers made a move to rub at the back of his neck, wincing slightly at the friction against raw skin. Damn it, he'd already forgotten about that.
"It's nothing, Captain. It was just a long night." It was a piss poor excuse and he knew it.
Chris eyed him with suspicion and a curve to his brow, "It doesn't look like nothing, Piers." He reached a hand out and Piers faltered, flinching back from the touch before he even realized it. Chris retracted his arm with a frown, "What's going on?" His tone was deeper now, more commanding in his search for answers.
"It's just... Sensitive. Don't worry about it, Captain. It won't be a problem." Sensitive. Who was he kidding? His skin felt like he'd fallen into a pit of lava in more ways than one, and he had to resist every ongoing urge to slink away from the older man.
"I can see why, that's a hell of a bruise. How'd you get it?"
Bruise?
It took a moment for his mind to catch on. Right. Chris had knocked him out, the blow must have left its own mark. Piers hadn't even considered that. No wonder why the side of his face was throbbing.
"There was an... Incident the other night. I took care of it." He really wasn't easing the suspicion very well.
"You're avoiding giving me a direct answer." The Captain took a single step closer and Piers felt a twitching in his leg muscles, wanting to retreat back to put more distance between them. "What's wrong?"
Hazel eyes met brown and held them. Piers forced himself to calm down, "I stayed late yesterday. When I left to head home, I decided to walk the way there and took a shortcut through an alley. It's not the safest place to be at night and... I ran into some trouble. Nothing I couldn't handle, Captain." A bad excuse was better than none at all, and Chris seemed to actually consider the lie. Maybe Piers had put up a better front than he'd thought. He hated having to be so dishonest with the other man.
"Take the day, get yourself checked out. You look like hell."
Piers would have breathed a sigh of relief if it didn't carry the possibility of making things appear even more abnormal than they already were. He settled for a nod, finally letting his gaze fall away. There was a hand at his shoulder that caused a small shudder, just barely unnoticeable to the owner as Chris gave a reassuring squeeze. "You need anything, you let me know."
"Yes, Captain."
Chris hesitated, still not satisfied with the talk before he removed his hand from its placement.
The sniper offered a forced smile, but from the expression he'd received for it he was almost positive that Chris had noticed all the little cracks in his demeanor. Piers didn't give the Captain much of a chance to react to it before he was already moving away. The ace felt eyes on his back up until he took a turn around another corner, where he practically sprinted toward the entrance. If his commanding officer gave him the okay, he wasn't about to turn it down or stick around in the case that Chris would change his mind. It also saved Piers from the risk of exposure to unwanted glances in the case that he would have had to settle for cleaning up in the locker room. As it was with the farther he went, Piers had gotten a lot of stares from other soldiers along the way to the exit, but he didn't stop until he was out to his car where he practically threw himself inside, cringing at the sudden pain tingling from his abused ass muscles. He'd have to remember to be more careful.
The drive itself had been a fast one and Piers wasted no time in getting home. He was already fumbling for the right key as he was stepping out of the vehicle. He had the whole day to try and clean himself up, to wash away the evidence of the night before and then catch up on some needed rest in a more comfortable setting. He wanted to forget the look he'd seen in his Captain's eyes, and he wanted his body to heal away the aches and pains he felt over his skin. Most of all, he wanted to wipe away the memory of actually enjoying it.
The first thing Piers did was head for the bathroom where he stripped away his clothing and stood before the mirror. He could hardly believe it was a reflected image of himself staring back. No wonder why Chris had seemed so concerned; his entire right cheek was a darkened hue just under the eye, it was hard to miss. His eyes were bloodshot, reddened presumably from the sobs that had worked their way out during the torment. It was difficult for even him to look at. Piers had to force his eyes to turn away, where he stepped over and twisted the handles to the shower. The water came out at first in spurts that gradually increased into a full current, and Piers slipped under the stream with a gasp the moment the rivulets dipped over his skin. The contact in itself was enough to sting for a time, and he'd forced himself to relax under the rain of liquid with clenched teeth until the pain slowly lessened into something more soothing.
Piers closed his eyes, a poor attempt at willing away the conflict inside. He cared about Chris, not the monster who'd damaged him. Yet, he couldn't help the goosebumps that dotted over his skin at the memory, awakening some twisted sort of excitement that had him feeling a sudden stir between his legs. Although it wasn't the Chris he knew, what he had done to him; the brutality, the sex. Somehow, even through all the pain, even after the humiliation... Unwillingly, Piers felt his body as it ached for more.
He couldn't admit that aloud. Could never tell Chris what he'd done or how the sniper felt about it. Piers had wanted it to stop, wanted it to end; but his body said otherwise. It was a mental torment that tore him in two directions, struggling to cope with the feelings that both of them brought.
All Piers could think about was being held down by his Captain; trapped and alone, at his mercy. He didn't want that image to settle in his head, he wanted to lock it inside a cage and throw away the key so he could move on. But he couldn't, and his body made sure of that as he felt a throbbing in his lower regions, a sensation that he couldn't ignore as his cock hardened at the thought. He swallowed, exhaling through his nostrils as his already closed eyes tightened themselves shut further while he tried to relax under the stream.
He wasn't sure what he wanted anymore.
Piers could keep it a fantasy, a dirty little secret that Chris would never know about. But whether or not he would be able to live with it, that was the question. He wasn't sure he had the answer, even as he found himself reaching down to grasp a hold over his own erect penis and squeeze. His bottom lip curled itself inward to roll between his teeth as the memory played out. Chris hovering over him, forcing him to thrust his way into a release-
His fingers moved, dancing briefly over the heated skin before pausing to clamp down into a tightened fist. He held it there, stuck in place while his hips worked on their own as they had before, thrusting his cock into the enclosed space of his hand, remembering it as his Captain's.
"You have to work for it, soldier."
The voice dangled at the edge of his hearing, so vivid in memory it felt as though the man was there as Piers pumped himself into a rhythm, unsteady and careless; quick and sloppy, with the only goal being to find a release. His other hand reached up to slip over his parted lips, muffling the noises like the scarf that had been tied around his head.
The water from the shower head beat down over his skin, coating his body with more heat to intensify the sudden drive of lust as his hips pushed forward, aching cock slipping in and out of the opening in his fist.
Piers remembered what it felt like, being thrown to the floor and fucked without any concern for his well-being. Forced to impale himself on a thick cock before the bindings were woven around his wrists. The feeling of being stretched wider than what he could accommodate, then the overwhelming pleasure of the thick girth inside plunging itself inward where it brushed over the bundle of nerves that had him crying out, only intensified by the pain.
He tilted his head back with his movements, nostrils flaring to suck in needed air as his breathing went haywire. Piers could feel the vibrations against his hand with every sound he made against the open palm, soft mewls that expanded into audible moans, silenced into little more than a muffled whine by the barrier blocking the way. His hips jerked forward, surging with a need he couldn't fully sate even as he pushed his body closer to the edge. His fingers had tightened further, almost painfully, around his pulsing length as he worked himself to orgasm. One squirt of white after the next sputtered from the slit in his tip, oozing down with the pouring water to slip into the drain where the evidence washed itself away.
Piers groaned, the hand at his mouth removed itself so he could breathe easier with his head dipped forward as he reopened his eyes.
It all began to seep into reality then.
Piers wanted Chris, wanted everything he could give; his body ached for the abuse, for the dominating power the older man had over him. Willingly or not, he was in love with it. What made everything worse, was knowing that he could never tell Chris; not when the Captain would never enjoy hurting him while in his right state of mind.
A balled up fist made a hard collision with the bathroom wall where it cracked the tile and made the sniper's knuckles bleed. "Fuck!" He couldn't help the wonder, then - why it was that everything had to be so damn complicated.