Pairing: Nivanfield

Author's note: This shoulda been done so long ago. x.x Sorry.

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My Pet Peeve 22

Chris was starting to get restless. Who could blame him? It was hard to sit around all day twiddling his thumbs. It gave him too much time to think between Piers's disappearance and Wesker's kiss. He was surprised his head didn't explode.

He barely paid attention to the background noise of the TV as he lay on the most uncomfortable couch he'd ever been on. Though he didn't expect it to be any better at such a cheap motel. Hell he was doing his best not to think about what kind of things could have been done on this couch. And that turned into a mess because he started thinking about the kinds of things he and Wesker could have been doing on this couch. Ugh, this was not helping Monstro in the least.

He stood up from the couch grabbing his wallet from the table as he tucked it into his back pocket. He might as well grab a snack from the vending machine downstairs. He was starting to get the munchies and the breakfast the motel provided for them hadn't been appetizing enough to keep back his hunger. The others had been gone almost two hours now. He wondered if they'd had any success in finding clues or, even better, the missing Spencer and crew. They hadn't called him on the cellphone they'd left behind for him and he wasn't stupid enough to call them in the middle of their mission.

As he stepped out of the room tucking the keycard in his pocket he could hear voices from down below. He didn't think anything of it though until he heard one particular voice that he felt like he hadn't heard in years.

"He's definitely here," the voice said. "Chris is here." Chris tensed up hearing his name as he moved carefully lying down on the floor as he peered between the bars looking towards the cars. He was right. Piers was standing right there, his voice a refreshing sound to his ears. But he wasn't alone. There were two more Semi with him. One was the big Semi he'd seen standing on the rooftop with Piers the other day. The other Semi was slim though slightly taller still than Piers with an almost perfect bounce to his hair and appeared to be one of the cat type breed of Semi.

"Then let's grab him and get the hell out of here," the big Semi said, blond hair almost similar in color to Wesker's. "This place stinks."

"You two check the bottom floor," Piers said ignoring his words as he lifted his gaze to the upper floor just missing Chris ducking out of sight. "I'll check upstairs."

"You're lucky old man Spencer put you in charge," the big Semi said. "Otherwise, I'd stomp on you right now for thinking you're so large and in charge."

"You're lucky I'm feeling patient," Piers said causing Chris to peek out over the railing again despite the danger of being seen. "Otherwise I would have been ripped those girly balls off." He could see the smaller Semi sizing the bigger one up as he pushed his chest out reminding Chris of a bold Chihuahua standing up to a big Rottweiler. But with Piers, he knew it wasn't all just talk. He'd seen him in action and knew he could hold his own. Maybe the bigger Semi knew it too because it wasn't until a few painful seconds later he broke his gaze grunting as he turned his back to Piers.

"Luis, check the left side," he said starting to walk away. "I'll check this side. Let's get this shit over and done with."

"I'll check with the front desk then," Luis said looking completely unfazed by the drama that just happened. "If they can give us a little lead, it could make finding them faster." He walked over looking down at Piers. "I'm sure the stench here makes it hard to pinpoint him."

"It's very faint, but I can still smell him. My senses are standing on end so I know he's here." As Piers started for the stairs Chris moved quickly to duck back into the room. Damn. They found him sooner than expected. Worse, Piers wasn't alone like he'd hoped.

However, he could still make this work. Piers was coming up alone. He could trap him right here in this room. He rushed to the bathroom cutting on the shower before leaving out shutting the door behind. It'd be the perfect distraction with all the noise and with the mirror a steamy mess, it'd be too late once Piers figured out that no one was in the shower.

He had no doubts that Piers would figure out what room he'd been in, especially with his sense of smell and the imprinting engrained into his mind. And he was sure with all the training he'd had, he could pick a similar hotel lock. Silencing his cellphone, Chris took to hiding in the closet. It wasn't even five minutes later when the door clicked open. Piers had went straight to his room like he knew exactly where he was from the start. Through the crack in the door, Chris could see Piers walking through.

Though his movements were casual, Chris couldn't hear even the brush of his feet against the carpet. Silence was in his nature. So were his good looks that Chris kept staring at trying to drink in every detail he hadn't seen in weeks. He really did miss the Semi.

As Piers headed towards the shower, Chris slipped out the closet as quietly as possible peering around the corner at the young male. He could easily see part of his facial profile, the long lashes that almost seemed to caress his cheeks when he blinked. The plush lips still seemed to beg to be kissed. And Chris got so caught up in staring at them that he didn't realize right away that Piers was just standing there and staring at the door, hand on the handle.

Piers's teeth started worrying his bottom lip before Chris looked up catching the pink cheeks that seemed so noticeable now. Was he blushing? Why? If he was really under that Dehumanization thing, wouldn't he be more like a machine? Wouldn't he have just walked in without caring about the end result?

Piers's head turned in his direction so quickly he didn't have time to react as the hazel eyes met his with the same shocked expression he was sure was on his own face.

"Chris?"

"Piers…I…this isn't what you…." The words died on Chris's lips as he stared at him in disbelief. "You….didn't attack me?"

"I've remembered you since I saw you from that rooftop." Piers glanced at the bathroom door lifting a brow as he looked up at Chris again. "So this is…?"

"Empty," Chris declared quickly. "There for distraction."

"So why didn't you attack while I was distracted?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders before he felt the playful smirk appear. "Admiring the view." He gained satisfaction at seeing the cheeks heat up again. "Why didn't you go in once you got to the door?"

"…Debating over admiring the view," Piers said before grinning as he played along. "I wasn't sure if I could handle Monstro." Chris stared at him before bursting out in laughter. Piers joined him in laughter before it died off and he was left smiling at him. "I missed you, Chris."

"Yeah," Chris said walking over and gently resting a hand on top of his head. "I missed you too." The smile died down as he frowned though his hand stayed in place lightly petting Piers's head. "We need to get out of here. Someplace nearby. I can call the others to pick us up."

It was Piers's turn to frown as he pulled away looking up at him. "I can't." He glanced away. "I can't leave Spencer."

Chris tensed up at the words. "Why?"

"…It's the only way to protect you," he said staring up at him, his ears twitching. "Spencer still believes I'm following orders." He looked away. "I know about the…the programing Wesker installed into my memories." He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. "I'm slowly remembering more and more." He frowned. "Not much of my childhood but I remember Wesker now."

He looked like he wanted to say more but instead he started moving towards the door leaving Chris staring in confusion before he rushed after him.

"Wait!" Chris reached out grabbing hold of Piers's wrist causing the other to turn and look at him. He was speechless for a moment staring at Piers as questions ran through his mind. There were so many things he wanted to ask but he settled for one simple question. "Why did you come looking for me?"

"….I wanted to see you."

Chris frowned shaking his head at him. "Whatever you're feeling isn't real. The program-"'

"The programming has nothing to do with this," he said frowning in return. "Programming can't make my heart race this fast for someone I really like." His mouth hung open as if looking for the next thing to say but he was already pulling his wrist away eyes cutting to the side. "I need to go before they come looking for me."

He started to pull away. For Chris it felt as though he was going, as if he'd never see him again. As Piers reached for the door handle, Chris reached out wrapping his arms around him.

"Don't go," Chris said squeezing him tighter. The way he said it was pleading even though it came out almost as a whisper. But it trembled with the feelings of everything he hadn't been able to say. The body was tense in front of him but Piers didn't move away.

"Chris…?" He turned his head slightly, the ears twitching on top of his head in a curious type manner. It only served to make Chris pull him closer. He'd already lost him once. He didn't want to lose him again.

But the small reprieve they had together ended quickly as Piers's ears shot straight up. "Hide," he said pulling away before he turned looking at him in a panic. "You need to hide!" He pushed Chris back. "Hide!" It was the last word he said before he was turning around to face the door. Chris didn't hear the door open until he was safely hidden within the small closet again peering out once more through the crack.

"Krauser…"

"Did you find him?" The big Semi named Krauser said. So that was why Piers told him to hide. He could hear Krauser's approach. This close up it was easy to see the man's features. From the many scars and markings lining parts of his body, he'd seen quite a bit of combat himself.

"No," Piers said, voice lacking in the compassion he'd had moments before as he stared back at Krauser. "But this is the room he was in."

"Why didn't you let us know?" Krauser rested his arm on the door above Piers's head looking like he was picking up at hot date.

"I wanted to make sure he was really gone before I left the room." Chris flinched as Krauser punched the door making it fly back against the wall with a bang. Even with that sudden action, Piers's body didn't response.

"You better not be lying, boy," he said his voice coming out almost in a growl. "You might be Spencer's favorite little lap dog but to me you're just a little mutt that needs some retraining."

Another loud bang and Chris had to restrain himself as he saw Krauser pin Piers up against the wall. "Of course I could have some fun retraining a spoiled mutt like you." Krauser groaned hunching down after Piers's knee hit into his crotch roughly. He grunted when Piers reached down grabbing his hair and roughly pulled it back glaring down at him.

"You touch me again and I'm breaking them next time." It was a quiet threat but still very believable. He threw the head back. "Now go get Luis and tell him we're leaving." He kept glaring watching as Krauser crawled out ignoring the glare the taller Semi gave him. It gave Chris the impression of a dog leaving with his tail between his legs.

Piers continued to stand at the open door, his ears flickering around before he finally turned around looking at the closet and giving a nod to signal it was safe.

Chris slipped out of the close lifting a brow before he relaxed seeing the soft smile on Piers's lips. "See? I can handle myself."

"I see," Chris said chuckling. "You sent him running." Piers laughed a little before he let it die down into a somber smile.

"I need to go." He started to turn away but Chris's voice stopped him.

"Hurry back," Chris said watching the hazel eyes widen as he added, "I need you."

"Chris…" His smile seemed happier as he gave a brief nod. "I'll come back. I promise."

"You don't need to worry about that promise." Both of them jumped at the voice as Piers turned to face the door quickly, his ears flattening on his head as he backed up standing in front of Chris defensively.

"I told you not to be lying to me, mutt." Krauser stepped into view moving as silently as Piers had earlier. "Just because I'm bigger doesn't mean I can't be quiet." He reached up pushing a hand against his neck until it popped. "So what should I do for punishment?"

"If you even try to touch Chris -"

"I've already contacted Spencer," he said cutting him off as if he'd never heard him. "He's given me permission to train you up good."

"And you call me a lap dog," Piers said smirking at him. "You sucking his old wrinkly dick too?"

"You think you're funny but you won't be laughing once I'm done with you." He hunched down into a rather defensive pose as he glared at Piers, his fingers cracking as he popped his knuckles.

"Chris," Piers said moving into a more offensive form as he balled his fist up hunching down. "Stay back." Chris frowned opening his mouth to speak but Piers had already moved, so fast it was like he'd teleported in front of Krauser. His punches were fast not caring at all about where they aimed as he took even the cheap shot.

Even though he couldn't keep up with his eyes, Chris thought he was doing good forcing Krauser into backing up even though he seemed to block every attack. He was much more agile than Chris would have expected him to be despite the fact that Krauser had about the same build as Chris. Maybe that was just one of the perks of being a Semi.

Chris saw Krauser's hand slide down to his side and before he could yell a warning to Piers, the knife came out. Piers moved back but the blade still cut across Piers's cheek leaving a large gash that welled up with blood quickly as he winced.

Piers's eyes were about as wide as Chris's as they watched the man pull the blade to his lips licking across one bloody side of the knife. "Pretty sweet blood for a mutt like you," he said grinning as he swirled the knife in his hand. "I feel like I want another taste."

Piers pulled out his own knife, eyes looking a little more intense as he glared back. "Just don't start crying when I slit your throat!" Piers launched at him again slashing at his stomach but missing when the taller man jumped back. Chris's body stayed tense the entire time that the attacks happened, his stomach tight with nervousness as he kept watching in fear of Piers getting hurt more. He could try to join in, to help his Semi partner out, but the attacks were way too fast.

Maybe if he had the abilities of a Semi he could protect him. He wouldn't have to stand on the side line like some damsel that couldn't fight.

"Ngh…lucky hit, mutt," Krauser said licking the knife again like some perverted serial killer before his gaze flickered over to Chris. "Why don't we add some more action to the game?" Chris barely had time to react as he leaned back, the knife flying past his face as strands of hair fell.

"Chris!" Piers leaned in reacting quickly as he reached out and grabbed the knife as it swung at Chris again. He winced when the knife cut into the skin of his palm, Chris staring at the blood dropping down from his hand. "Chris…" Hearing his name Chris looked into the worried hazel eyes. "You ok?"

"Piers…" He was reminded of when Piers had first came to see him, injured and covered in blood that probably wasn't his own. He'd looked lost, confused, but not scared. He wasn't even sure if Piers even remembered how to show fear.

Piers started moving again as he slashed at Krauser, the other jumping back before stumbling as he fell back against the side railing. Piers didn't even hesitate to take advantage of the brief opening as he lifted a foot kicking Krauser off the side.

Chris rushed over looking down at the prone body lying on the ground before he glanced over shocked at the emotionless look on Piers's face. He seemed to lack any care in the fact that he just pushed the Semi over the side of the railing, his eyes having a deadly gaze to them that sent a chill down his spine. He'd never seen that look on Piers's face in the past. Ruthless. With the type of training Piers had gone through, he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Let's go," Piers said still staring down at the body before he started walking. Chris stared after him before he took off following behind him quickly. The other was moving fast but Chris was keeping up with him, his head still spinning with the act of what just happened. The hand was still bleeding dripping with blood but Piers didn't seem concerned about it at all. He just continued to walk fast in a rush to get away. Chris continued staying on his heels, his eyes looking over at the large body lying there as they made it to the lower level already starting to walk away. "Let's try to escape before he gets up."

Chris almost stopped walking at the words. Before he gets up? Did he really expect the Semi to be standing after a fall like that? For Christ sake, he fell on his back! At the very least, he shouldn't be walking at all.

"Ugh…damn mutt that hurt." Chris jumped at the voice and started to turn to look before Piers's voice broke in.

"Don't stop, just keep moving," Piers said reaching back and grabbing his hand as he started running pulling Chris along with him heading out into the grassy plain behind the motel. "Keep running!" The two of them moved faster as Chris heard movement from behind them. It was just as they made it past the corner of the two story motel that something hard and heavy went flying past them. The hairs on Chris's neck stood up as he looked seeing the flying flipping along the ground before it burst into flames. Did that Semi really just throw a car at them?

"Where ya going, mutt? Come back and play some more!"

"He's mad," Piers said grumbling lowly under his breath.

"Gee, you think?" Chris reached down into his side pulling free his hand gun glad that he'd at least been able to keep this as he cocked the chamber back turning the safety off. "With an angry dog barking around, what are our chances of making it out of this?" He glanced over at Piers not expecting the serious look on the other's face as he pulled free his own gun.

"No matter what happens," Piers said, his head turned glancing back at Krauser. "Just keep running."

"Piers?" The other didn't say anything grabbing Chris's hand again as the two of them started running again. He didn't know what Piers was planning; couldn't read the thoughts going through his head. He remembered a time where Piers used to be the one following behind him. Now it just seemed like it was in reverse, ever since Piers's memories returned. He should never have taken him into that place. He should never have walked him right into Spencer's hand. None of this would have happened otherwise.

"Argh!" The shot rang out before the Semi in front of him had yelled stopping and grabbing his right bicep as he turned around, baring his teeth glaring at Krauser. The larger Semi grinned back in return, his smoking pistol still aimed at them both.

"Going somewhere, little mutt?" The grin seemed to turn sinister as he moved the gun aiming it at Chris. "I still have to pay you back for that little stunt you pulled." Piers moved in front of Chris, his good arm held out defensively as he glared at Krauser.

"Chris…remember what I said." Chris stared at the back of Piers's head but the other didn't look back at him, blood dripping down from his arm.

"Piers-"

"Don't worry about me," Piers said head turning slightly to glance back at him smiling. "They won't kill me. But I can't let them have you." As he said it, the small puppy ears on his head tensed up before he hunkered down starting towards Krauser before he took off running.

"Piers!"

"Finally coming to play with me?" Krauser dropped the gun before going into his own defensive stance, smirking. "It's no fun playing by myself." As Piers got close swinging his leg at him Krauser, the two connected before everything seemed to turn into a blur. Chris's eyes couldn't even keep up with what was happening; the movements so fast that he'd only catch a glance here or there of them moving together like some inhuman dance.

Then it was over as Piers groaned out, his body rolling along the grassy plains before coming to a stop.

"Piers!" Chris started to run towards him. Piers looked up towards him and the way his eyes shifted from pained to panic worried him. He saw the other's mouth open, thought he heard his name before a stinging pain hit him in the back slowly him to a couple of steps before he fell forward as Piers yelled his name. Something soft cushioned his fall but he didn't have the energy to even look up as to see what it was as he closed his eyes feeling his conscious fading to the sound of Piers yelling for him.

TBC….