All time low Chris... all time low.

"Look I just wanted to-

"Let's get out of here." Thundering baritone voice stopped all other conversation, looking at the nimble hand on his own, jaw clenching and dropping the shot glass to grip the slim wrist. Chris remembered how small his wrist had seemed in his hand but Chris didn't care, just squeezed it and yanked him closer, pulling them flush together until their entire bodies were ground up against one another, looking down on that face through slush drunk eyes and getting the overwhelming urge to have his way with him right there on the balcony. It wouldn't be hard. Just two zippers away from shoving him over this railing so the world could hear his wanton little moans. He probably made such innocent cries in the throes of ecstasy. Chris wanted a distraction, and this kid was just pretty enough to lose himself in for an hour or so with. "You have a room around here, some place we can go?" Large saucer like eyes were flutter blinking, disbelief on his those young features while he shook his head silently, pouted lips parting and stumbling over a 'no,' Chris cutting him off by hooking his large fist tighter like a boa around that wrist, yanking that body up against the balcony until his body was being forced to bend under the captain's force, the stone at his back and the pressure of his large expansive body pressed so close that it was encompassing him and forcibly making the man swallow, leaning back until Chris had all but crushed him up against that marble. "This is how this works kid, and listen very, very carefully." The grasped hand around the bottle of scotch nudged up against the younger man's ribcage, watching him visibly swallow at the unspoken command, not daring to take his eyes and put them on the bottle and make it real. Chris didn't care if this kid only wanted to get on his good side by bringing him some nice scotch, it wasn't enough, not yet."You want to join the S.O.U., right? You want to play soldier boy? This is what we're going to do. You're going to take this," the square jug with its pitcher top thumped ominously against his lean biceps, demanding attention, "and you're going to drink it." Lips drew tight together, those perfectly sculpted brows knitting together as the crystalline glass was forced into his hand, clutching that idle hand and squeezing its nimble fingers tight around it the neck, almost crushing them until his subject of affection finally took hold of it without the help of added pressure; deep brown and blood shot oculars boring into him waiting impatiently. "I said. Drink." Chris voice dropped dangerously low, watching hesitant eyes drop to the bottle and back up to Chris, locking with those seemingly sharp oculars while the drought came up slowly; finding pouted, full lips and tipping back, just the first swallow making his face grimace unhappily, waiting for approval from the man pinning him in place to lower the glistening vat but finding none and instead taking another two half filled mouthfuls before he started to sputter, jerking his face away from the lip of the bottle and making a face coughing. "Heh... boy scout doesn't like the taste. What a surprise." Sarcasm laced heavy breath, taking a swig of his own before pressing it back into the younger man's chest. "Keep going, no fun getting drunk alone."

"You got a fifteen year old drunk?" Jill stared incredulous, his eyes bugged out in a bit of horror staring and reaching out, taking the vodka that Chris had started in on, taking a swig of the dusty stale crap herself. "Chris, seriously? If I'd known you'd done that I would have had you taken off active duty immediately, and not because I don't think fifteen year olds drink, hell I loved beer at that age, but because it was you. You took advantage of that kid. There's no way that would have flown. I'd be resentful too, resentful yes, but murderous?" Snarling at the foul taste she continued watching that humiliation that had her partner looking like a beaten dog. "But... I mean it was just drinking right?" The brunette yanked the high tied band out of her thick locks, shaking her head with one more swig before capping it, not returning the bottle to her partner as she pulled the tie from her hair, raking her nails through mandarin orange smelling brown strands, itching her scalp. "Look I'm going to go see what they found when he stole your damn truck okay? We'll talk about this later." Pulling up out of the swivel chair, it did one circlet from her weight lifting, heading away but stopping mid-stride, a uncomfortable shift of her shoulders ensuing. "That is all... right Chris? Just... the drinking?"

"Look Jill you tell me, okay? Was I really to blame? He was talking about having a major, how the hell was I suppose to know he meant his dad not his commanding officer. I thought he was just an up and comer you know, new recruit who wanted in on the lime light after his death!"

"You're covering... Chris, what happened?" Accusation flashed in water blue orbs, shifting her hips back to face him without moving her legs, hands finding their motherly place on her hips. The stance she used for scolding him like he was her child. The new vodka in his gut mixed with stomach acid and made a cocktail of disgust in his mind, sheepish eyes finding her exacting ones, as though his mistakes weren't majorly detrimental ones if there was some kind of explanation as to why he had any reason to think their little contract killer had been anything less than sincere. If at least there was some other place to put the blame other than on himself.

"I was at a low Jill, I wasn't really thinking about the consequences, who's thinking about the consequences when they're so damn drunk they can't spell their own name right? It wasn't-

Eyes went large, gripping Chris as though he didn't weigh easily three times what she did and had the muscle mass of a titan, yanking him away from his desk and toward the men's bathroom, stuffing him inside face first. Giving a kick to each undersized metal door, checking the stalls swiftly before slamming the access shutting and locking it, shoving him around like a chastised kid. He felt like one. Jill was fully capable of handling herself and manipulating Chris. She was pacing the linoleum floor, heels clicking, clacking and arms huffed on her sides. "Chris that boy was fifteen years old, what worse could you have done to him?"

"Good boy..., come on, one more." The slimmer body under the weight of his person lurched and let the mountain of a chest be used as a pillow, gasping for air as Chris nursed the bottle up one more time, urging it toward hesitant pouty lips for another swallow, coughing into the bottle as the brown fluid bubbled around the corners of his lips, sputtering against Chris who just chuckled humorlessly, grabbing the bottle for another chug of his own. "That's better. Now, what's your name kid?" It didn't matter much but after such a crude introduction he needed something else to call him other than boyscout, watching as a blush started to creep over already pretty features, throat tightening with a swallow. It was still raining around their bodies, soaking into them even though they were both already drowning, Chris' hand still crushing his wrist and keeping him pinned, sharing his body heat. Chris was like a furnace even in the cold rain, watching him lull his head against his broad pectorals. He was about to part his lips to talk, but Chris raised the bottle again, fire dancing in his eyes as he observed the younger man raising his head without force this time, stroking the side of his cheek with each obligatory swallow, compelled by the hand approvingly urging him to continue, sliding his hand down until it was at his throat, cupping it gently to feel each swallow, watching hazel eyes draw shut between his imbibe of the poisonous liquid. "Such a good little soldier you are, go ahead, keep going." His breath was bated and heavy watching lids droop lower with a small nod, tipping back his head so Chris could continue to stroke his neck, watching him drown himself in the warm solution, finally sputtering, leaning forward despite Chris' weight forcibly leaning him back and clutching to him, coughing against his him and convulsing for air. "Tastes good, doesn't it...," Chris rubbed a circle on the kid's back, smirking as he continued his long dry pant for air. "Name."

"Uh, Piers. You know... like tying your boat up and stuff?"

"Sounds like your mother hated you."

"Screw my mother,"

Young accusation floundered up from somewhere in the younger man's voice, stronger than it had been before Chris had force fed him the liquor, snickering over the tiny outburst. "Yeah whatever. You want to join the S.O.U. right Piers?" Peeling off the slimmer body, Chris took the last drink, tossing it over the edge with a snarl when he realized the jug was empty. He must have given more to that kid that he knew. Good, might as well loosen those lips a little. There was a sluggish response of a nod, chewing on the inside of his lip even though his pretty little consort looked ready to bolt. Even if he did it would be a tripped one. He wasn't going anywhere fast, but that's what he got for coming out here in the first place. He needed a good distraction, well now he had one. "Alright pretty boy this is how it works. Now that your good and wet, I'm going to let you earn that promotion. You want in right? You want to earn your stripes. Well I've got your application." Chris watched eager eyes raise making the captain's own mouth water, slipping his tongue out and sweeping it over his own upper lip, yanking the kid by the arm. "Alright then boy, lets see what you're made of." Part dragged and part skipping to keep up with the hulking form pulling him through the hotel this 'celebration' was being held at, Chris led him almost straight to the front desk, making sure to stop by the open bar and swipe a bottle of vodka from the bartender, then thunderous steps took them up to the front desk. He didn't care about the expression he got from the pin head concierge in charge of the front desk, rummaging in soaking wet clothing until he came up victorious, throwing the plastic into the man's boggling hands. Piers was antsy, his legs restless as he stood there waiting, and Chris could remember the sidelong glance he gave him while the suited penguin asked them if they were father and son. With those hazel eyes looking at him that way, full lips trying not to laugh, Chris could have bent him over the counter top and wipe that smug look off his face, snarling agreement at said penguin, stealing away the card again and driving it deep down into the same place, pocketing it.

"Chris you... you bribed the kid with a promotion to get drunk with you?" Jill felt herself about to get sick, but she refused to believe what she was hearing would have led to anything but drinking. Her partner had hit a low yes, but hearing him tell it, he was humiliated by the implication alone. Her pacing was turning into stomping, turning into hauling off and punching one of the metal stall doors, letting fall a growl of her own, before gripping Chris by the shirt and her eyes narrowed, watching him cower at her. Chris never cowered. Not unless he'd done something he knew his partner would approve of, this was bad, but she knew where it could lead and her stomach turned over while both hands wove into his shirt collar. "Alright partner... tell me, swear to me that was it. Just drinking a kid into a stupor for some company. I know even being at that celebration was hard for you, but... that's where it ended. Right? No more to tell..., please Chris, please tell me there's no more to tell." She was begging, her eyes, mouth, body language... Jill was at a loss. There couldn't have been anyway that Chris Redfield, a man so devoted to the cause, let himself become the villain.

"You swear it? I get to work under you?"

"That's what I said isn't it? Under me, around me, what's the damn difference." Watching the numbers on the elevator go up Chris felt his body lurch from gravity, watching his younger companion bouncing the heel of one foot on the ground looking around nervously. What did a kid like this have to be nervous about? He was good looking, someone was bound to make that connection in his platoon one of these days, so it wasn't a big deal. "Quit moving around." Yanking the vodka bottle open with a flexed bicep and twitch of his great hand, the captain let the scent of sharp burning clear liquids kiss his lips before dragging the younger man by the back of his neck up against him again. He fit so well there, all lean bodied and fumbling as yet another alcoholic beverage burned his lips and nostrils, fingers splayed at the back of his head gripping him in place to force him to hold still, the bottle caressing full tiers, back and forth on his lower lip before Chris forced it back. "Stop acting like a fuckin' teenager, come on. Take it in, there ya go, thereee ya go, gets easier the more you drink. Come on, part those pretty lips drink up." Chris snarled feeling the slimmer body start twisting the longer Chris held him there, helping the the straight vodka being forced down his throat holding his arm around him, keeping his head forcibly tipped back by the fingers twined in his short hair. As soon as it had hit the back of Piers gullet he was reeling, trying to pull away from the monumental mitts holding him in place while clear fluids poured over the sides of his lips swallowing what he could, choking and gagging on the rest until Chris was satisfied, taking a quick chug with Piers' tawny hair still in his hand before disregarding patience; crushing their lips together. Chris ignored the worried gasping, shutting him up by unceremoniously introducing him to his tongue which crammed viciously passed lips, already partly agape, and stifling all complaints, brushing off the nip to his tongue as the body in his arms slowly stopped its pitching and yanking and started to melt. The inexperience was obvious, but Chris was too drunk to give a shit, it was kind of endearing, sucking on the tongue that gave a tentative nudge against his own, earning a soft tenor moan that filled Chris' ears from all the squeaking of bodies wrestling together and feet dancing together when he was trying to escape, and instead slaking all that distraction he'd wanted and pouring it into him until the dull buzz of the elevator doors intruded on their moment; alerting him, releasing the kid abruptly.

The sudden loss of the pillar of body holding him up and Piers stumbled to the ground from the immediate loss, falling precariously to his knees. "Chris wait!" His plea caused the burly soldier to stop, turning on his heels and pulling Piers by his hair until he could look down on him properly, glowering.

"Call me captain when you're on your knees boy." The younger man nodded frantically, wrenched to his feet by the strands of his damp hair and thrown forward, stumbling over himself hoping to catch that elusive balance. "Remember this is your interview, keep to the fucking formalities kid." Digging around for his access key to the hotel room, Chris squinted at each of the numbers on the door, snorting at each one respectively and swearing the longer it took him to examine each one until they reached their destination, bleeping the key card into its place in the slot and throwing his soaked jacket immediately on the floor inside. It wasn't until he was half undressed in the door way that he realized that the lithe little applicant hadn't drawn inside with him, swallowing and eyes going everywhere but inside. "Get your ass in there by the count of three or I'm going to make sure you never make it in any department!" The snarl earned him small cant of the head, dropping it downward until hazel eyes were examining every fiber of the carpet in the hallway outside, Chris impatiently holding the door open without a jacket or shirt, just dog tags hanging down around his neck and down to dangle against his clammy body, still wet from the rain, massive and imposing. Chris hoisted the bottle of vodka, still watching his consort staring at his shoes. "One." Taking a swig, Chris snorted, watching him start itching in his own skin just standing there. "Fuck this." Snatching out, Chris gripped the soaking clothing clinging to Piers' body and plucking him out of the hallway, heaving that smaller body into the room, forcing the bottle to the mouth again until his clothing was soaked with a mix of vodka and rain water, chucking the bottle to smash against the wall, Piers sputtering and gagging cut off with Chris' mouth again, one hand gripping the back of his neck, and the other instantly gripping between legs that had been struggling, groaning into that pouted mouth as he rubbed and massaged roughly earning whimpered noises, muffled by course facial hair teeth, biting down on those tiers until all struggling stopped and both nimble hands fumbling for someplace to put themselves, found Chris' biceps and squeezed, both drunk. Chris removed his hand only briefly to jam it down Piers' rain soaked jeans, taking a hand full of him. "There we go, loosen up boy. Moan pretty for me you little whore."

Words were at a complete loss, Chris using his other hand to tear open his own pants, forcing them down his hips one handed until he peeled wet clothing down his colossal thighs until his stiffening erection sprung free giving a kick as Piers squirmed under his grip. "Now you're getting it. Came to throw yourself at my feet, you're doing this all wrong." Chris smirked his eyes narrowing at the pretty little sight before him, yanking free his hand, rough enough to earn a yelp, driving him to his knees before him, gripping his cock in one hand and forcing Piers face forward. Chris smirked, watching those young lips part and press a kiss to the head of his erection, looking up for approval. Chris snarled, forcing his face forward further those barely parted lips forced on him like the vodka bottle and the scotch before that, gagging on the size of him shoving passed those lips and burying himself in the heated cavern. "Suck." Youthful cheeks pinched inward as they tried to accommodate to that huge girth in his mouth, A growl ripping and boiling from deep in the captain's chest escaped passed his gruff countenance, plunging into that humid warmth while unexperienced lips bobbed around his cock until there Chris was opening grimacing in pleasure, moving Piers head for him whenever he tried to pull back for a breath and fucking him until the sloppy noises of saliva and precum being lapped and suckled off his cock made the man moan out an incoherent mixture of profanities that hit younger ears and making him hum and moan himself around Chris' thick pulsing cock, a tongue darting along the underside of him and laving the vein throbbing in his mouth. "That's right earn that promotion pretty boy. Such fucking potential, you'll make a good little slut some day."

There was a stifled moan around that piece of meat openly gagging his playmate, youthful hands shoving him backward onto his heels, the young man swallowed, hazel eyes lewdly craving Chris' attention, swollen lips pulling curled at the corners of his mouth, joining the saliva and clear fluid that had built up in his mouth, swallowing it down, pleased to see that look on Chris' face that said he was getting satisfaction from those inexperienced touches and sucks. Those eyes were captivating, all the alcohol, promises, went straight to his head, orbs fluttering lazily hoping to satisfy. "You taste like gunpowder captain... so good."

Practically leaking precum from the greedy hunger that consumed Chris, those lusty words jumped straight to that snake in his loins. Hands winding immediately into to the shirt covering his chest to be jerked up to his feet, blush and rose covering young features, gulping for air, in shock. Instantaneously, Chris grabbed Piers by the front of his face with one hand, shoving him backward slamming his body backward to bounce off the mattress from the forcec; over the bed and flipping him over and jerking those tight fitting pants down over his thighs, exposing his ass. "Time to prove your medal soldier."

"Wai... wait wait!"

One hand on his cock and the other keeping struggling hands hoisted over his head, Chris jammed inside that tight entrance in one intrusive thrust, the cry issued echoing off the walls.

"You... you did what?!"