Yaoi. I don't own Resident Evil. If I did, I would've done things much differently.

So let me start off by saying, THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!

Here's the thing, I like to be complicated, so, here is a few key points that you, as a reader, should have to keep in mind.

The italicized texts are thoughts.

The italicized texts that's starts with ~- and ends with -~ are flashbacks.

There will be lots of thoughts and flashbacks throughout the entire story.

Now you can skip my mindless rant and start the chapter.

So here is another chapter. Warning you guys now, you will see some grammatical errors. Even though I try my best to reread my chapters at least three times before posting, I seem to miss some grammatical mistakes. Grammar is definitely not my forte.

Chapter 2 – Tongue Tied

Ever experience time stopping all of a sudden? As in all of a sudden, all of the air in the room is drained, and everything around you just stops moving? Chris Redfield starred at the man in front of him.

Piers Nivans…

Chris lost Piers five years ago. He was there for the memorial service. He was there when Piers injected himself with the poison. He was there when he sacrificed himself for his captain. Many nights afterwards, Chris always wondered to himself, why me? He wasn't anyone special. As a matter of fact, he was definitely a pain to a variety of people's backside. He already lived his life and had his fair share of experiences, but why would Piers Nivans sacrifice himself for his own captain? Chris Redfield, his captain, nothing more. Doesn't he have family to go back to? Chris shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. He buried this a long time ago and he vowed to never open that door ever again. He has to move on in his life. Piers Nivans is dead and thinking about it will only tear him apart.

It's just one night with Joseph. Highly doubt it can be that complicated having a guy resembling Piers sleeping in his house.

After a moment, Chris caught himself starring in disbelief at the man before him. Chris cleared his throat and said, "Um, I can prepare the living room for you if you like. The sofa comes out as a bed, so… we don't mind you staying the night at all."

Piers looked away and responded, "Yeah… thank you. That would be great actually. Thanks for all your help."

"No problem." Chris hopped up the stairs in order to get things prepared. Jill followed behind him.

"Hey Chris…"

Chris stopped in front of the hallway cabinet and opened it up to find some bed sheets.

Without facing Jill he responded, "Yeah…"

He reached to the top shelf in order to get the sheets for the pull out sofa downstairs. It's getting cold and most likely these will warm him up. "Are you okay?"

Chris turned towards his wife and smiled. It's probably karma, destiny or some shit messing with his head. Chris gave Jill a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm fine. I can handle things from here. I don't have work tomorrow, so I should be okay for the rest of the night."

Jill smiled. "Well he absolutely refuses to eat for some reason. I tried making him soup and he practically ran away from me afterwards. Maybe you can get him to eat."

Chris laughed. "Maybe he isn't hungry."

Jill glared at Chris. "Good night chum bucket. I'm going to bed. I have work in the morning, so you'll have to find your own breakfast."

"I'm sure I can figure something out."

Jill snorted, "Aright. There some soup in the pot in the kitchen. Don't wake me unless the world is ending." Jill smiled and retired into their bedroom.

Chris turned back towards the stairs with the blankets in his hands. Chris main objective was to figure out who the hell was this guy in his living room right now. He couldn't help but want to find out more information about him. It would drive him nuts if he allowed the other to leave tomorrow without knowing any inkling of who he was.

Piers sat on the couch in the living room. There was silence in the room because Chris and Jill went upstairs. He could hear whispers but he wasn't paying it any attention.

What has he gotten himself into?

This was bad. He wanted to run away from everything. He didn't want to be reminded of the past. He didn't want to think of the past.

How long has he been married?

Piers couldn't recall whether Chris had a wife. His captain….married?

Piers knew that he could endure a lot of torture but his captain seeing him as a monster is the one thing he couldn't handle.

Calm down, he obviously didn't recognize you. Remember, you're dead. He has moved on with his life. There's nothing you can do about it. You've been forgotten. The last thing you want to do is disrupt his happiness.

…I need to get the hell out of here.

"Nervous about something?" Piers jumped at the sound of the deep voice behind him. Chris walked over to the sofa with blankets in his hands. Chris smiled and looked down at Piers' shaking knee.

Piers stood up to avoid showing the obvious panic he was experiencing right now. "I'm fine."

Chris placed the blankets in the reclining chair and started taking the cushions off the sofa in order to pull out the bed. "Your name is Joseph right?"

Piers shoved his hands in his pocket in order to calm himself. "That's correct."

"Heard from my wife that you broke down in front of our house. Are you visiting family in the area? "

"No. I was just passing through." Piers watched as Chris pulled the bed from the sofa with one easy pull. Piers noticed that Chris was wearing a white button up tucked into his jeans and shoes. It was obvious that Chris hasn't lost a single ounce of muscle because Piers was still able to see his figure through his shirt. Piers looked away for a moment. Quite gawking at the guy. His wife must've dressed him this morning because Chris never seemed like the 'white button up shirt tucked into his pants' type of guy. He probably did mention that he was married and completely forgot because of the incident. After thinking about it, Piers only saw his captain in military uniform and never civilian clothing.

What was his life like before he met me?

Piers tried to reassure himself that he probably was briefed about Chris' previous missions and his history, but he doesn't remember a thing about it. He couldn't remember anything except his time with his captain out in the battle field.

"Well this isn't the best bed in the world, but it's better than outside, passed out in the cold." Chris looked up and saw that Joseph wasn't really listening. It looked like he was looking off in the distance, maybe thinking. "Hey, earth to space to Joseph." He's in my house wearing sunglasses. Chris walked up to Joseph and reached up to remove his sunglasses.

Piers grabbed ahold of his Chris arm with a firm grip in order to prevent the other from touching his glasses. "I rather keep them on."

Chris smirked and was quite impressed by the other's strength. "Relax. You don't need to wear them inside the house."

"But…" Piers looked away, relaxing a little as he released his grip. "I don't want you to see my eyes."

Chris frowned. "Are you blind?"

Piers looked up and frowned slightly. "N-no! I didn't mean that-"

Chris quieted him with a finger placed on his mouth. "I'm sure I've seen worse. Most likely, you had a long day. So you should relax. The first step to that is taking these things off." Chris slowly took his sunglasses off. Once they were off, Piers slowly opened his eyes. Piers looked into his captain's eyes.

Then all of a sudden Chris started to laugh.

Surprised by the reaction, Piers went to grab his sunglasses back. Chris held Piers with one hand as he kept his sunglasses out of reach. "Taking them off was a bad idea. Give them back!"

Chris laughter died quickly and said, "I wasn't laughing at you Joseph, I was just shocked that you were being bashful for having two different eye colors. What's wrong with that?"

Piers glared at Chris for a moment. "Give them back dammit!" Piers tried getting around Chris to get to his glasses, but Chris wrapped his arm around his waist and held him with a tight grip. Piers sighed out of frustration when he realized he wasn't getting anywhere.

I need them…they can't find out that I'm here…

"Calm down, I'll get them back to you tomorrow morning when you're on your way out of the door." Chris looked at Joseph and realized that he was able to take a closer look at him. He looked exactly like Piers. The resemblance was too perfect. His hair, the facial features, everything. Joseph wasn't looking at him, but everything about him reminded him of Piers.

What if they found his captain because of him? What if they destroyed everything because of him? His home, his wife, all of his happiness?

Without thinking, Chris ran a hair through Joseph's hair and lifted his head to look into his eyes. Chris wasn't sure what he was looking for honestly. What would you do if you saw someone, that was supposed to be dead, standing in your living room? But it's Joseph, he isn't Piers. Maybe it was hope, or maybe it was all the pain that Chris kept to himself looking for some type of closure, or maybe some answer to an unknown question. Or maybe, Chris just wanted to simply enjoy and appreciate his presence. He may not be Piers, but he definitely looked like him.

Piers noticed how close they were and realized that he couldn't move. All of a sudden he felt trapped, like he couldn't do anything. Panic seized through him.

~-He could hear himself breathing heavily as he ran down a narrow corridor. Trying to get away from them. He'd do anything in order to get the hell out of there. He felt something stab his back and a surge of electricity spread across him. He fell to the ground and felt pain overwhelm him as he felt his muscles spasm. He couldn't move. He felt trap. No matter how many times he tried running away, they always found a way to find him-~

Piers pushed against Chris really hard. "Let go!" Chris dropped him from the unexpected shout. Piers fell to the floor from the harsh push. He didn't want to go back. He never wants to go back. He just wants to be left alone. Why can't they leave him alone?

Chris watched as how Joseph curled up into a ball when he backed himself up against the wall. What the hell? Chris walked up to Joseph trying to figure out a way to calm the guy.

This definitely wasn't normal. "Joseph…?"

Chris could hear him muttering and repeating, "I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back."

Chris hesitated at first and decided to place a hand on Joseph shoulder. "Joseph…" It seemed like he couldn't hear him, so Chris shook him a bit. "Hey, it's alright." Chris wasn't too sure what to say, but seeing the guy scared as hell like this was starting to freak himself out. "You don't have to go back… You're safe now and…" Nothing was getting through with the kid. Chris looked around a thought for a moment. He might have to wake Jill up for this. She's the one who works in a hospital. Chris looked down at the figure before him.

He reminded him so much of Pier.

If only he was able to save him then.

Without thinking he said, "You don't have to be so scared, I'm here with you Piers."

Before he was able to correct his mistake, Joseph looked up at Chris with obvious fear in his eyes. Chris paused for a moment, scaring he might scare the living hell out of the guy again. Before he could say anything else, Joseph pounced on him and wrapped his arms around his neck. Chris fell back and Joseph clung on him to him like his life depended on him. His entire body was quivering from fear and his face was in neck. He could feel the tears from his eyes staining his shirt. What the hell has he done to get himself into this situation? Chris wasn't too sure what was happening. Everything was happening too fast. Chris carefully placed his hands on his head and his waist.

"I don't want to go back there anymore…"

….Piers.

Chris woke up in his reclining chair with the morning sky shining through the blinds of the window. He sat up to look at the sleeping form on the sofa bed. Looking back on yesterday, Chris was able to paint a clearer picture of the entire situation.

This guy reacted when I called him Piers. So…. What the hell does that mean?

Piers –er- rather Joseph was sleeping peacefully at the moment. Chris looked over at the clock and saw that it was going on 6 o' clock in the morning. Jill was going to be awake for work soon.

Piers is that really you?

But that doesn't make any sense. They had a funeral.

-I was the one who found his body!

He went back. They went back… BSAA went back.

I fuckin identified his body and I fuckin buried him so stop screwing with yourself.

Chris placed his hands on his face trying to sort his thoughts out. Screwing around with his emotions will only make him weak. He wasn't able to save Jill that one time and he couldn't even save Piers from sacrificing himself. Chris looked up at the sleeping form and couldn't take it anymore.

He needed some air.

He walked upstairs to change his clothing into something more comfortable.

When he opened the door to his bedroom, he found Jill walking out of the shower. She smiled at him. "Good Morning. You're up early."

Chris went to his dresser to find some sweatpants. "I didn't get much sleep yesterday…but I slept more than I usually do." Chris started to unbutton his shirt but stop when he felt Jill come from behind him to unbutton it herself.

Jill smiled and took his shirt off completely, "You look exhausted." She kissed him on the cheek as he turned around to face her.

Chris mumbled, "…I am tired."

Jill smiled for a bit and replied, "Go take a nap or go to sleep for a bit. I'm sure Joseph won't be up for another few hours."

…Piers.

Jill raised herself with her toes and kissed Chris on the lips.

…You're only beating yourself up! Hold yourself together dammit!

Jill pulled back and ran a hand through his hair. "Get some sleep babe. You look exhausted." She slap him on the butt, waking Chris up from his thoughts. "I might have to work late tonight, so don't have too much fun without me."

And just like that, she was out the door, leaving Chris alone to his thoughts…

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Okay, I hope you like it! 3 3 Cuz I wasn't too sure if I wanted to post this or not. So review, tell me what you like, what you don't like. I'm really harsh on myself, so I say the entire thing is bad, but I put a lot of thought into it.

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