A/N: The next chapter! I had a few people requesting more of this, so here it is. c: Again, thank you all so much for the reviews/favs/follows!

Piers was devastated, in more ways than one. Not only did Chris know, but he expected further answers and intended for more prying. Piers didn't want to tell him the reason, the real reason behind his silence. He thought it had been to protect Chris from his own crimes at first, which in itself was partially true, but the overwhelming desire that had built itself from being at his Captain's mercy was something he did not want to voice aloud to Chris.

What would he think, if he knew?

Would be be disgusted? Disappointed? Sickened to the point of forcing him to transfer to a different unit?

The sniper sighed, body still limp within the tub as the thoughts ran through his mind. Chris would find out everything, every dirty little secret that Piers had been keeping and it would tear him to pieces hearing it. Maybe he could alter the story, tell more lies-

But then Chris would eventually find out about those, too.

Piers slammed a hand down against the side of the tub in irritation. There was no avoiding it now, judgement day had come and it would spare no one; both he and Chris were left to pay the ultimate price.

Slowly, Piers lifted himself into a stand with an audible groan as he felt the stretch in his rectum, still so utterly tender from the abuse it had received the past few days. He turned on the water with the twist of the knobs, desperate to cleanse away the filthiness of the night before. The mixture of cum and blood still dripped down the inner part of his thigh, he was fortunate that Chris hadn't noticed it like he did the dried liquid over his temple and at the corner of his mouth. Piers made sure it was all scrubbed off, and that most of the evidence was disposed of.

The water caused the burn over his ass cheek to sting under the contact, and at the rate things were going, he'd be lucky if it wasn't already infected. Still, it was a small thing compared to some of the other stuff that had been forced upon him... And nothing would stand up to the fact that he no longer had a choice but to come clean, now that Chris knew he was responsible for so much damage. The older man would never let it rest, even after he had his answers.

Piers sighed with a hand placed to the wall, head dipped forward under the steady stream from above that trickled warm rivulets over his scalp and down the length of his face. He should have known it would come to that, he should have been prepared for the day when Chris found out. As it was, he'd be walking right back into that room in nothing but a towel, and ninety percent of the damage would still be in plain sight. Everything that Chris hadn't caught on to the first time, he would now.

The sniper shut off the water and stepped out of the tub to grab a towel that he used to briefly roam through his hair until it was dry, then lowered it down the span of his shoulders where it eventually came to a rest at his hips. Piers wrapped it in place there and moved toward the door; his hand hovered over the knob, but he was hesitant to twist it. Sooner or later, Chris would come back in anyway if Piers took too long, so the sniper relented and finally came out of the room.

Chris was at the end of the bed, brown eyes lowered to the floor while deep in thought, he hardly registered Piers as being nearby even as the sniper approached. Piers could have taken it as a way to get out, to leave and postpone the inevitable encounter for a while longer, but he couldn't bring himself to do so after seeing his Captain so... Torn. It wasn't until a few moments later that the older man had eventually taken notice of Piers from the corner of his eye. He didn't bother to turn or stand up.

"No more bullshit, Piers." Chris uttered, his voice at the edge of hearing as though he could barely work up the will to talk. He placed a palm to the sheets next to him and patted at them without raising his eyes from the floor, a small indication that told the sniper he wanted him to sit.

Piers obeyed with slow steps, and lowered himself onto the mattress next to his Captain. Hazel gazed over lightly tanned features; rough and worn, tormented by the news Chris had only so recently found out about. "Captain-"

"Don't lie to me," Chris cut him off as brown eyes slid into a close, his facial structure tense with painful emotions. "The truth. I want the truth, Piers... All of it. I don't care how bad or how messy things were, I need..." He paused to swallow hard and reopen his lids. His gaze swung over to the side to finally meet the ace eye-to-eye. "I have to know."

Piers nearly cringed at the sight as agonized brown looked toward him. It was the sniper who averted his stare, where it focused instead at the distant wall ahead of him nearby the door to his only exit. "I'm sure you can guess what happened on your own." He didn't want to have to say it himself.

"Piers." Stern, needy. Chris wasn't giving up.

Piers couldn't face the older man now as he leaned forward to rest his elbows over his knees, similar to the Captain's positioning. "The night we came back from the last mission... I followed you to the gym after hours." He didn't know what he was doing or why he even tried to explain the situation at all. Maybe it was because he was so damn tired of fighting everything from his raging emotions, to what he wanted from Chris even though he tried so hard to deny it. But Chris was there now, listening, waiting for more. "You were still upset so I tried to calm you down, but it only made things worse." He left out the part about the blowjob, it was better left unsaid that Piers had, in a small way, been responsible for what took place between them. His actions had been what led up to it, after all. He should have just walked away, things would have been a lot much better if he would have just done so.

Piers hesitated to continue, unsure how to find the right words. Chris urged him on, "Don't stop."

The sniper rolled his shoulders, "You told me to get undressed." He winced as the words fell from his lips, and Chris hissed beside him while he turned to look away. "I should have said no," Piers admitted, "But I wanted to... I just wanted to help. I never thought it would actually go as far as it did."

Chris dipped his head forward to place it back within his palms with fingers that clutched tight holds of his hair. "What happened, Piers?" He could barely stomach everything he'd heard so far, and things were only getting worse.

A slick tongue dived out to wash over full tiers and cover them with moist. Some details could get left out, "You took what you wanted and left me there for hours, bent over and bound." Piers shuddered at the memory, how unpleasant everything had been at first before... Before he'd realized just how much he'd started to enjoy it the deeper he was fucked. Piers heard a hitch in his Captain's breathing, and he didn't dare to look over now. "You came back though, just to drag me to your office where you repeated the process and then went home. I was stuck there the entire night."

Chris breathed in heavy, unstable breaths. "That's why Finn found you the way he did." He nearly choked on the words as they came out, slow and hitched.

Piers gave a single small nod, even if Chris couldn't quite see it. "Yeah," He confirmed, his voice equally as quiet.

Chris removed his head from his hands to look up again, body tense as he took in the information. Piers wasn't as descriptive as he could have been, Chris could tell that from the way he'd spoke. He was choosing his words as carefully as he could, yet what he did say was still enough to paint a nasty image of the Captain's deeds. "And last night?"

Piers took the risk of tilting his head enough for hazel to level with brown. "You found me in the locker room on my way out. The same thing happened, only this last time you pulled me out to your car and we ended up here."

Chris stood up with a suddenness to pace around the floor not far from Piers. A meaty hand rubbed at the back of his neck as he tried to cope with everything. "You should have done something," He paused to point a finger at the ace, "Piers, you should have told me so it wouldn't happen again! I can't... I can't even-" Believe it? He didn't want to, that much was certain. "You know I never would have-"

"Yeah, I do." Piers snapped, harshly enough to make them both wince from the sound alone. Chris had become visibly confused, the furrow in his brow and look in his eyes were now mixtures of emotional torment and inability to understand why Piers suddenly seemed so much more angry than he'd been since they'd woken up. "I do know you would never do something like that," The sniper continued as he rose to his own feet and slowly strode toward the older man. "And you know what, Chris?" Chris. Not Captain, not sir. Not now. "That's part of the fucking problem!" Both hands shot out to collide with Chris' chest, hard enough to make him stumble slightly with widened oculars.

"Piers! What-" Another hard shove had Chris backed up against a wall.

"Isn't it obvious?" The sniper was fuming now, torn with the knowledge that there would be no more hiding. All his feelings and hidden desires, they would all come pooling out into one large confession that lasted less than an hour. "You hurt me. You humiliated me, and treated me like some damn pet!" Deft hands placed themselves back over muscled contours where they held firm, this time without the pressure behind them. "The best part of it? In some sick way... I enjoyed every bit of it." There, it was finished. Piers could forget about it now, move on to something different - Chris was bound to want to get rid of him after that little secret.

Hazel held firm to surprised brown as the ace withdrew, jaw so tense that he was sure his gums bled. "I'll get my things and leave." His tone fell into a whisper, still harsh around the edges as he turned. A meaty hand reached for his arm to make him pause in place. Piers didn't look back.

Chris inhaled sharply as his heart beat hard in his chest. His entire body shook uncharacteristically, and he didn't want to register the things he'd just heard as being real. "Is that-" He paused to clear his throat and strengthen it, "Is that why you hid the truth from me?"

"Mostly," Piers confessed as he attempted to pull his arm loose. Chris held firm, not wanting the sniper to go just yet. "You said it yourself. You'd have never willingly done that. If you never found out about this-" He cut himself off, deciding it was better to not continue.

But Chris already knew where he was headed with the comment. "I would have kept drinking, and the process would repeat..." He uttered as masculine features curved into a pained expression. Piers wanted him to be that... That monster he became only after he reached the bottom of the bottle. "You really prefer it that way?" It was eating away at him, the conflicting hurt and approaching anger. His grip tightened without him even realizing it, and Piers nearly winced under the pressure. "You like it when I'm not in control?" Chris tugged at the sniper until he turned, so that another meaty fist could grip over the opposite arm and hold firm. "That's what you want me to be?" He pushed until Piers had no choice but to walk backward or stumble to the floor. "After all these years, Piers... How could you say something like that?" The sniper's legs collided with the end of the bed and bent themselves, dropping him back into a sit over the mattress.

"You're the one who wanted the truth! You got exactly what you asked for!" A hand to his chest had Piers thrown back, now flat against the surface of sheets as Chris loomed over him.

Meaty hands repositioned themselves over slimmer wrists and pinned them to the mattress, "This is what you want?" Chris pried further with narrowed eyes as the sniper squirmed uncomfortably under him. "I thought you liked it this way," They were chest to chest now, and Piers was the one breathing hard. He turned his head away, no longer able to look at the older man in his current state.

Chris paused, his breath tickled over the span of the sniper's neck below him. "The problem with your fantasy, Piers... Is that I'm not like that." Stern and matter-of-factly. Chris withdrew himself back into a stand, "Who really got taken advantage of?" He stepped away as Piers lifted himself up onto his elbows.

Plump lips formed into a frown at their corners, and the ace should have known it would end that way. Nothing good could have ever come from a confession so... So cold. Now Chris knew, and he was anything but pleased with it. Piers couldn't even look him in the eye anymore.

"You can go now, Piers." Chris stated as he turned his back, thinking of the deeply kept secret as a harsh betrayal. The words that fell from his mouth stung the sniper as much as similar ones had the first time, "Take a few days. I don't want to see you back on base until I say so." Chris was angry, his blood boiled like acid through his veins. He was mad at Piers, mad at himself, at everything that had taken place. It ruined the relationship they'd built, the camaraderie. It butchered their partnership.

"Captain..." The word was barely audible as it rolled off the sniper's tongue. Piers hadn't meant for something like that, even if it was a likely result. He wanted things to get better, not worse, and here the world was, raining down around their ears.

"Now, Piers." Chris offered no choice.

The ace slunk off the edge of the bed to grab for his clothes and slip them back on. As he straightened himself, Piers hesitated. He didn't want to leave anymore, not after all that had just happened. "For what it's worth, Captain... I tried to fight it." Piers headed toward the door after that and turned the knob. He paused, "I would have thought you'd be the one to understand what it was like to enjoy something that was otherwise off limits. The way I see it, you weren't acting much different than your own Captain used to."

Chris tensed under the words. He swung around fully prepared to start another argument, but the door slid shut just as he opened his mouth to speak. Piers had delved into sensitive territory, and it only served to worsen the situation even further. With a suddenness, Chris turned and flipped over the mattress as an outcry tore itself from his throat. The world had managed to fully collapse around them in a single day, and he was torn in a dozen different ways from the hurt, the anger, the confusion. A meaty fist collided down atop a small dresser, where it placed a dent into the smooth surface. He slammed his other hand into the side of it to topple it over only a moment later.

He really had lost it.

Downstairs, Piers paused at the door once he heard his Captain start to tear apart the room above. It was exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid in the days prior. Hazel eyes closed for a moment where they willed away the temptation to go back, then fluttered just as he threw open the door and left the household without any further delay. Normally, he would have wanted to go back, to stay, but Chris had made his decision clear.

Maybe things were better off that way... Piers hated the thought of that being true. As it was, he may never again see his beloved Captain, or get to join Alpha out on the field for another mission. All of it started because of his desire to comfort Chris, and that was what made things even more horrible. Pain was a feeling he knew well, but the emotional stress always bore over his shoulders with a much harder intensity. Something that had started with a good intention didn't take long to make a wrong turn, and it left them both shattered in the end.

Piers didn't want to go home and he no longer wished to stay. For the first time, he found himself truly lost and unsure where to go or what to do. He just needed to put some distance between them... Even if it served to hurt him even more. He was a soldier, he could endure the hardships of life; but that didn't mean his limit was out of reach. He respected Chris, he would have even given the man anything that he'd asked for. One night was all it took to build a barrier between them, and Piers was the one who plowed through it with a sledgehammer that sent the wall crumbling down over his Captain. Everything had caved inward after a matter of minutes, and as much as Piers wanted to repair the damage, he couldn't say he wanted to take away the things Chris had done in his drunken state.

It was sick and it was twisted, overall it was completely wrong. But they helped Piers see something there that he hadn't before, and now that Chris knew all he could do was push him away and deny him the access he so desperately craved. It was a non-stop torment, and Piers wasn't sure what to do about it. On the field, he knew his options. Decisions formed themselves with ease, but out in the real world... He was at a loss. His life was his job and he had no time for personal endeavors. The entire situation was unknown to him, and it left his mind in a jumbled mess.

So, he walked through the streets aimlessly with no idea of where he was going.

As he went, the sniper dug into one of his pockets in search of something; as presumed, his phone was still safely snug inside one of them and undamaged even after being thrown around the night before. He squeezed it in an iron grip, the last remaining string that connected him to his Captain. Chris had said he wouldn't be welcomed back until he gave the okay, and considering their current predicament Piers held no hopes that he would ever hear back from the older man. Still, it was one of the few ways of reaching him with ease.

Piers turned as a wave of anger rolled over his shoulders. Everything that happened, all that he'd done. Nothing mattered but that moment, when the realization hit that the only thing he cared about was now far out of reach.

In an instant, the phone was thrown into the nearest alley where it collided against a brick wall and cluttered to the ground in pieces. The sniper huffed, hazel orbs narrowed as they stared momentarily at the broken shards before he was on his way again. He wouldn't need it anymore.

Piers wasn't sure he wanted to be found again.