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“Hey, Piers?”

“Captain?” Piers glanced across to the stool next to his, and caught the eye of the man who’d called to him. He quickly looked forward again, determined not to let his eyes wander into unprofessional territory.

For all the time Piers had known Chris Redfield he had so far been in total control of his urges – unfortunately Chris’ decision to stay the night in an onsen during their last night stationed in Japan had brought with it numerous situational concerns. Namely that Chris was utterly naked beside him in a public space, scrubbing soap into the firm, tan skin of his arms and chest and things Piers was anxious not to picture.

“Reckon you could wash my back for me?”

Piers tried to act nonchalant. Keeping his head down as he furiously scrubbed soap into his own skin – washing away several days’ worth of sweat and grime and whatever fluids he’d had the misfortune to meet in the battle against bioterrorism.

“Sure can, Sir.”

He stood and walked on the wet tiles to stand behind Chris, taking the soap as it was handed to him. All around them it was quiet – the hot-spring inn had been more or less deserted, hence Chris’ decision to stay there – but the humid silence of dripping water in the shower room before the outdoor baths was clinging. And although he was good friends by now with the Captain, Piers always felt anxious being alone with the guy he admired and adored above all else.

Not to mention he was now being asked to rub his palms into the warm skin of his Captain’s broad shoulders, damp and rising with steam. He could count every single scar, every mole, the little flecks of silver in his otherwise dark brown hair. It felt illicit to have such human knowledge when to all others in the BSAA, Chris was regarded as more machine than man.

His fingertips skirted the shoulderblades before he made proper contact, rubbing in the soap in soothing circles into Chris’ upper back.

“Mmh…” Chris leaned his head forward a little, “that’s the spot. Could ya give me a scratch too while you’re back there?”

Piers frowned, but obliged. Scratching into the spot between Chris’ shoulderblades as the older man gave a grunt of relief.

“A little lower, Piers.”

Soon enough he was almost at Chris’ tailbone, soaping up the small of his back as his Captain leaned almost bent in half enjoying the sensation of being scratched and cleaned after a long mission.

“Guess you can’t reach back here anymore, huh, Captain?” Piers grinned, trying to act more jovial than the ferocious horniness he was feeling. He was scratching again, flush as he enjoyed the soft, deep moans and grunts of relief from Chris.

His skin so hot and smooth, that the little bumps of scar tissue felt like reading a map-relief carved into ancient stone, or braille of the Captain’s entire life-story. Piers could feel his heart aching just stroking the flesh, thinking wearily of nights he’d gotten drunk enough with Claire that he’d pleaded her into telling him about Chris’ past – the stuff that Chris himself would never talk about. When he was young, what he used to wear, whether there were any pictures left after Raccoon City.

It was as if he just couldn’t get enough of him. Desperate to imprint into this skin the way Chris’ history had – jealous that strangers he never knew had already been the ones to cut their names into his Captain and left hardly healed – names Chris still hesitated to even speak. Piers knew from Claire that his relationship with Chris was something uncommon, and yet he still felt so distant from this man.

And that was neglecting the fact he’d been in love with Chris since before he’d even been his second-in-command.

Piers stepped back as Chris lifted a bucket of water to wash the soap from his back, and sat up straight. Flexing his glossy muscles in the smooth, warm light of the bathroom. If Piers had been a shameless man, he might’ve been on his knees the very moment the Captain stood up, with a thirst nothing else might quench.

He had been so busy however washing Chris he’d not realised that his cock had gotten a little stiff from flurry of horny thoughts. Turning away to quickly grab his towel, he heard Chris’ stool move as the man stood.

“Want me to do yours too, kid?”

Piers – towel hiding his shame – shot the Captain a shy grin.

“It’s cool. I’m good.”

Chris gave him a vague smile. “You don’t have to be so shy with me, Piers, we’ve showered enough times in the same room before, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I know,” Piers kept grinning, determinedly keeping his eyes on Chris’ face and not the mighty beast which swung between his legs as he walked over to grab his own towel. “I’m… gonna head out to the bath first.” Although keeping his eyes on Chris’ hairy, firm chest wasn’t helping much more. He’d have to blueball himself in the hot water outside and hope to fuck that Chris kept some distance when he joined him.

Chris shrugged, slinging his towel over his shoulder. “I’ll meet you out there. I’m gonna go see if they offer massage services here, my back’s been killing me.”

“Ah…” Chris let out a gruff groan of relief as he relaxed back into the steamy, fragrant water of the hot-spring. Piers could’ve laughed at how much it made him sound his age, but held his tongue as he watched him idly from across the bath. He could almost barely make him out through the thick steam in the cold Winter air, and had to smile to himself as the snow lightly fell and melted before it even met them.

“Now this is something they need in America,” Chris said appreciatively, sinking up to his neck in the hot water and leaning back against the edge.

“Maybe the BSAA should look into it.”

“Valentine… I think she told me she had some Japanese in her at one point…maybe she could…” Chris mulled over this fact, before snapping back to reality; “why’re you all the way over there, Piers?”

Piers – who had only just managed to eliminate his boner – hesitated before moving toward Chris’ side of the pool. He leaned back against the back edge, the smell of pine and winter flowers pungent in the greenery behind him.

Chris’ eyes were shut, and he was leaning back looking blissful for a change. Condensation clung to his beard and eyelashes but he hardly seemed bothered, one arm up on the side to keep himself steady.

“It’s nice and quiet here,” Piers noted, “but I guess I would’ve thought this kinda thing might’ve gone out of style by now, anyway.”

“Guess the threat level recently has kept people in their homes,” Chris grunted back. “But this is nice.”

Piers smiled to himself again. He knew very well that Chris wasn’t really a people-pleaser. And any opportunity the older man had to hide away from large groups of people he wasn’t commanding for work, he would take it in an instant. He’d been shocked when Chris had asked him to join him on this particular trip – Piers would’ve been more than happy to wait at HQ for a shuttle back to the US. He guessed even Chris might’ve wanted company sometimes. And with some flicker of embarrassment, realised that Chris probably found him more than tolerable.

“Are you uh, up to anything when we get back to America, Captain?”

A grunt in response. “Resting. Gotta check in with a few old friends. Get ready for whatever shitshow comes next.”

At ‘old friends’, Piers felt that little cringe of jealousy again in his stomach.

“Any girlfriends?”

At this, Chris opened his eyes and looked bemused. An odd twinkle in them which Piers only ever saw when Chris was in a good mood with Claire or Jill Valentine.

“Girlfriends? I spend my life entirely with you these days, kid, you think I have time for one of those?” He laughed, not unkindly, and tilted his head back to close his eyes again. “Anyway, I never was much good with women. Too physical, not emotional enough. So they tell me, anyway.”

Piers was glad for the shield of steam to gauze the flush he felt tingle from his head to his toes at the very concept that he was probably the only one who ever had the privilege of spending so much time with the man. He was staring at Chris, vulnerable and relaxed and handsome if a little rugged after so long without a shave. And he felt that ache and pulsing of blood to his cock once again at just the idea of being the Captain’s stand-in ‘girlfriend’.

“You’re popular with the guys at the BSAA,” he blurted out, without entirely meaning to. “Maybe you oughta switch sides, Captain.”

Chris’ lips crept into a smile. “Now there’s an idea…” he opened one eye and shot Piers a sly look; “you offering, Piers?”

Piers couldn’t find words to reply, and sunk into the water to hide his embarrassment as Chris laughed again.

“You don’t have to worry about me, kid, anyway. I’m pretty good at getting what I want when I want it.” Chris groaned softly as he shifted back again, running fingers through his short, damp hair. “And believe it or not, I was young and hot too, once.”

“Yeah, I know… Claire showed me some pictures.”

They exchanged grins, and for a moment Piers felt almost frustrated that they weren’t closer in age. It was so much harder trying to make a move on a guy who still saw him as a ‘kid’. Fourteen years was a pretty significant gap, especially between himself and one of the most influential men on the planet. He could hardly tell his Captain how much he still found him so deeply divine, and longed to make love to him with every fibre of his starving being.

The Chris he saw from the 90s, in the photographs, wasn’t his Chris. Not the older man he longed for now, who laughed even with the weight of the world and terror persistent upon his back. Who still found it in his steel-plated heart to remember the fallen, grieve even the insignificant, and find friendship with those he was not equal to. Very few words described how much Piers looked up to Chris. Fewer still how these feelings translated properly to physical wants.

“Guess I always liked someone a bit more assertive,” Chris considered soberly, “had a huge crush on Valentine way back when. And a couple others, along the way.”

“I wouldn’t have expected that, Captain.”

“What about you, Piers?”

Piers could only shrug and grin, and watch the steam evaporate into the dark snow-clouded night-sky above them. “I dunno. Someone older, maybe? Guess I’m kinda the same in a way, I like being given orders.”

Chris chuckled. “You’ve spent too much time in the army, kid. Jesus, I’m one to talk. So, no girlfriends for you either, Piers?”

“Not since uh… shit, I dunno. Highschool?” If there was one secret Piers would be keeping, it was his consistent exploration into gay sex ever since he’d joined the army. He didn’t want to make Chris feel uncomfortable.

“Hard to make ‘em stay when your career is a whole lotta shacking up with other guys on far corners of the planet,” Chris laughed, starting to stand as he reached for his towel, bare ass facing Piers as he walked out from the bath. “On that note, I’m starving. Shall we go eat before bed?”

Piers lifted the little cup of sake to his lips, before taking a sip of it. He watched over the rim of his cup as Chris knocked his back, and spilled a little down his chin. It dribbled down onto his chest – almost entirely exposed by how loosely he had decided to wear his midnight-blue yukata. It hung from his large frame, sashed at the waist, and the way he was sitting with one knee up allowed a little glimpse of his balls to be visible.

Winter meant the room’s heating was on. And the heating and Piers’ aching horniness from the alcohol and his almost entirely naked Captain had the sweat beading on his neck.

He finished his cup and sat back on the tatami of the traditional room, firmly keeping his eyes on Chris’ face as the Captain set his cup down on the table and picked through some of the salty drinking snacks the inn had supplied them with. In the low light, he shone like gold. It was enough to make Piers’ mouth fill with saliva whenever his eyes drifted to the thick hair on his swollen pecs, or the unashamed thick fur of his pubic trail leading down his chest to below the sash at his waist.

Piers had never thought himself to have such a fetish for muscles until he’d met Chris.

“Another one, Piers?” Chris was shaking the bottle of sake. “C’mon, there’s only a little bit left. Or are you gonna make me drink alone?”

Piers extended his cup, and let Chris top it up with the alcohol once more. It was clear and almost refreshing. Not too sharp or sweet. It warmed him through and made him feel woozy. It was good after so many gruelling months getting a little down-time with his Captain. Watching him take his next cup, watching the flushness on his face and neck. Watching beads of sake glimmer in his facial hair.

Piers could almost groan for the overwhelming need to lick it away. His mouth was filling with saliva again and he swallowed, glancing again at the swollen balls escaping from Chris’ poorly tied yukata. He wondered if Chris was feeling the warmth too. Whether he too was starting to feel as if a good fuck would round off this evening.

He met Chris’ eyes, and bit his tongue as Chris sipped the dregs from the bottle and winked at him.

“Strictly speaking, I’m not supposed to drink on BSAA time,” he chuckled as he set the empty bottle down on the very low table between them.

“I won’t tell anyone, Captain,” Piers grinned.

Chris smiled at him. “You don’t have to call me that when we’re alone, Piers. I don’t call you ‘Soldier.’”

“I feel weird calling you ‘Chris’,” Piers admitted, playing with his empty cup and watching the decorations painted inside of it reflect the low light, “you’re my Captain anywhere we go.”

“Hmh.” Chris didn’t seem in the mood to argue. And stretched his arms up for a second with another grunt. “Turns out their masseuse wasn’t in tonight, never did get that massage. Still feeling a bit stiff.” His eyes trailed over to his pack beside the closet. “I bought some oil from the reception desk anyway. Reckoned it’d make a good souvenir.” He frowned for a moment, then turned to face Piers again. “Don’t reckon you know much about it do ya, kid?”

“Massaging?” Piers repeated, “uh, no.”

“Can’t be that hard,” Chris continued, looking sly, “I don’t suppose you’d wanna give it a shot?”

Piers flushed before he could help himself. “Massage you, Captain?” He asked, as if still in utter disbelief, “I don’t- I don’t think I know what to do.”

“You’ve had a massage before, right?”

“Well…”

“Great, then that’s an order, Piers.” Chris stood up and grabbed the little vial of scented oil from his pack, before tossing it over to Piers. “You can be hard with me, I’m pretty good at taking a beating,” he laughed, spreading out his futon. He shrugged his yukata down from his shoulders and let it bunch at his waist, before laying down on his back and closing his eyes with his arms up by his head. “C’mon, give me your worst.”

“Captain, I really-“ Piers, exasperated and horrified, looked at the bottle of oil in his hands. There was no way on Earth he’d manage to keep it professional if he was rubbing his Captain all over. Chris had moaned enough just from having his back scratched; kneading fingers and strokes over sensitive nerves would almost certainly spell trouble.

“Don’t make me wait, Piers,” Chris coaxed with a sly smile on his face, “I’ll do you after, if you want.”

Piers most certainly didn’t want that, either. Not unless Chris wanted him erect enough to make a hole in the tatami.

But with a great sigh of resignation the younger man stood and walked over to where Chris had laid out his futon. He knelt a little awkwardly either side of Chris’ hips, and looked down at the Captain. So handsome and vulnerable, skin so warm and scented so faintly still like his regular musk even after the bath.

 Deadly focused, he poured a little oil into his hands and rubbed it between them, before placing them on Chris’ shoulders and starting to massage it in. He’d had sports massages in the past, he presumed it wouldn’t be all that hard to follow a similar pattern. Digging his thumbs into the tense areas and working out the knots beneath Chris’ collarbones. Chris gave a sighing moan of appreciation, one that went straight to Piers’ dick. He was glad the older man had decided to keep his eyes closed for this.

“You have such a great body, Captain,” he commented, jealously as much as to abate awkward silence, working his hands down to squeeze and massage Chris’ swollen pecs.

The oil spread beautifully, glistening on Chris’ skin. Piers swallowed the saliva in his mouth as he rubbed his thumbs around Chris’ nipples, watching them harden and glint. He took his time working his fingers and palms against the man’s breasts, savouring the soft ‘slick’ of his oily skin and feeling his cock throb down below. For a man of such muscle his body felt soft, allowing Piers’ fingers to sink into the grooves and joints as he did his arms, and down his torso, concentrating on working rather than Chris’ soft hums of erotic enjoyment.

When he reached the waist, he let his thumbs slide a little under the band, feeling the v-line of his Captain’s pelvis, before shuffling down to work on his legs instead. Although Chris’ penis was hidden, his balls were still visible. Swollen and dark in the light – Piers doubted Chris ever got a chance to jerk off, and he found himself staring at them hungrily as he dug his thumbs into Chris’ thick, firm thighs.

“Mmh… careful there, Piers,” Chris moaned, opening an eye to look down as Piers massaged the tense inner of his thighs, a few inches away from his scrotum. “You don’t wanna awaken anything.”

“S-sorry,” Piers retracted his hands, trembling a little. He’d been so close to touching the Captain’s balls, so overwhelmed with the need to push his face between those thighs and suckle on them and his big, heavy balls, and make the Captain spill his huge load into his mouth. He shuffled back again awkwardly to try and keep his yukata covering anything incriminating.

“W…wanna turn over, Captain? I’ll do your back.”

He waited until Chris had grunted and turned onto his front before shuffling back up to kneel just above Chris’ ass. Working the tense muscles of his shoulders and upper back with hard caresses of his thumbs and palms, forcing quiet grunts and moans of relief from the man beneath him.

“Mmh… y’not bad…” Chris groaned gruffly, “fuck, Piers, your hands feel goddamn good.”

Piers smiled weakly at the compliment, so tense from concentrating on not getting hard he couldn’t quite focus on Chris’ words.

The soft slick of his palms on hot, beautiful skin. The rippled muscles of his Captain. He was touching him, stroking him, making him moan. Piers swallowed thickly and felt his cock throbbing again even despite his best efforts.

“Ngh… yeah… fuck…” Chris breathed as he dug his thumbs into the flesh beneath the bottom of his rib-cage and smoothed outward. Piers’ hands rested for a moment on Chris’ hips, just above the bunched-up yukata. Then he moved back down again and started to deeply and deftly massage the tense muscles of Chris’ calves with both hands. Then briefly his feet, making Chris grunt and shift as he dug his thumbs into the soft soles. “Mmm…” Chris’ moans rumbled through him like a vibration, deep and gentle. “A little harder, Piers.”

“Captain, you moan so much,” Piers muttered, feeling flustered and a little frustrated now. It was as if Chris knew exactly what effect he was having on his younger companion, determined to push him into doing something unreasonable. “And… you’re really tense.” He was working out the tight muscles in Chris’ right thigh now, stroking up toward his firm glutes spilling out from the yukata. As he did so with each stroke upward, his other fingertips of his left hand lightly drifted over the Captain’s swollen balls. An accident at first, but just touching them and seeing them seem to pulse at the contact had Piers holding his breath.

“Oi…” Chris shifted a little, squeezing his thighs together (although it did little to hide them).

“Sorry, Captain, your balls are getting in the way,” Piers lied thinly, taking his opportunity and bravery then to push up the yukata and slide his hands up to firmly grasp Chris’ ass. Tense, warm muscle. “I’ll do your glutes too, alright?”

“Mmh.”

The moan was clearly an affirmation as Chris made no further complaint. Piers worked the muscle hungrily, squeezing and massaging and stroking, spilling a little more oil into his palm and lazily letting it drip down and glide between Chris’ cheeks. He was hairy here, but clean, and as he spread his ass apart he took a gratuitous moment to observe his little puckered hole. For some reason he felt giddy with smugness that he was one of the very few people in the world who’d seen such a thing.

“You’ve got such a nice ass, Captain,” he whispered, sliding his thumbs down lightly toward Chris’ asshole, thumbing gently over it and making it twitch. He felt his mouth fill with saliva, and this time (careful that Chris wasn’t watching), he spat it out and let the thin slime drool down onto his Captain’s exposed hole to gently open him with a fingertip.

“Piers?”

“It’s alright, Captain, I’ll massage this too,” he said firmly, although his hands were shaking with excitement as he slipped his forefinger one knuckle-deep inside. The saliva and oil made the penetration easy, and earned a soft grunt from the man beneath him. “It is alright, isn’t it, Captain?”

Chris shrugged, head still resting on his arms and clearly in no hurry to move away. “Huh. Yeah, alright. Been a while since anyone’s been up there anyway.”

Piers swallowed back his sudden jealous demand to know who else had dared, and sated himself with sinking his forefinger all the way inside of Chris’ wet warmth. Velvet soft and pulsing around his digit as he curled down and stroked around idly. Fuck, he was so hard now, and all he had was one finger inside of his Captain.

“I’ll make it better than what you’ve had before,” he muttered, sliding in a second finger very gently, and watching with a soft groan as Chris’ rim stretched beautifully around him and invited him inside. Spilling a little more oil over them, he began to very slowly work them in and out, fingering the Captain looser, soft, wet lewd noises of his body opening up for his protegee louder now than Piers’ hungry breathing.

“You will, huh?” Chris chuckled, then groaned softly, seemingly relaxing into the sensation. “Wanna put one more in, kid? I keep telling you, I’m not made of glass.”

Piers slipped in a third, and exhaled as Chris’ hole stretched again. He felt as betrayed as he felt excited to realise that Chris was hardly a stranger to anal play. He fingered him deep and in fluid, stroking motions. Grinding up his fingertips until he brushed over something that had the large man moan in surprise and tense up.

“There?” Piers whispered, zoning in on Chris’ prostate and massaging it with firm, determined strokes of his fingers. “That good, Captain?”

“Mngh…” Chris moaned, spreading his legs a little more on instinct. Piers could see his balls were tense now too. Clearly it had been a long while since the Captain had gotten any release. The thought of making him spill his load from fucking his ass had Piers moan in his throat and dampen the inside of his yukata.

The soft squelching of the Captain’s hole, Chris’ shuddering breaths and moans as his shoulders tensed and heat seemed to rise from his gorgeous, broad back, and Piers knew he might die if he didn’t touch himself right that second. With his other hand he reached into his yukata and gripped his cock, biting his lip to hide his moan of pleasure as he began to play with himself. Firm, oily strokes, imagining it was his cock and not his fingers plunging in and out of that velvet tightness and making Chris groan and cling to the futon.

“Piers… fuck… Piers?”

“Y-yeah?” Piers breathed, not taking his eyes away from Chris’ wet hole as he fisted his cock.

“You really gonna make me have to beg for it?”

Piers flickered his eyes up in shock, and met Chris’, the older man grinning back at him from where he was resting his head.

“W-what?”

“I’m telling you, soldier, to stop jerking off and fuck me with that gun of yours.” Chris raised his eyebrows, “you gonna show it to me?”

“Captain, I…” Piers, flustered, couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard.

“That’s an order, soldier. Show me your cock and fuck me, and I mean fuck me good. I don’t like half-asses.”

Piers shrugged off his yukata and pumped his cock a few more times before letting it stand up stiff and impressive in the warm air of the room. Below him, the oily, glistening skin of his Captain looked so dewy and inviting, he might’ve rubbed his cock right onto it if it weren’t for his winking, lubricated ass waiting for something more than fingers.

“Yeah…” Chris breathed, perhaps too drunk to really care what he was saying, “you’re gonna make me proud, right, Piers? You gonna listen to what I say?”

“Y-yes sir.”

He was only too aware of how hungrily Chris was gazing back at his cock. The sake must’ve got straight to his loins. Flush, horny but in the way a pent-up man who knew what he wanted could be, rather than Piers’ shyer, ashamed horniness. Fucking hell, he wanted to fuck this man stupid.

“Put in the tip, just the tip.”

Licking his lips, Piers lined himself up and let the tip of his cock nudge Chris’ softened rim. A little push, and a soft whine, and it slipped inside. It swallowed up the head before Piers stopped himself and gripped Chris’ hips for support, panting a little to resist the urge to slide on all the way inside. The last few inches of his cock pulsing and visibly straining to fuck.

“Good boy.”

Chris’ praise went straight to his cock again, and Piers shot him a needy look as a soft whine crawled out of his throat.

“Sorry, Piers, I’m gonna use you for a minute,” Chris chuckled, lifting his hips up into a ‘downward doggy’ pose. “Fuck… it’s been so long since I’ve gotten any dick, I was starting to think you’d never get brave enough to ask.” He chuckled again at Piers expression. Horny shock at such a revelation. “Don’t move, Piers, keep nice and still for me. I wanna get a good feel of what you’re gonna be giving me.”

Piers had to fight every inch of his being not to move into Chris as the Captain pushed his hips back. Chris took him to the hilt, and gave a soft groan as his ass pushed against Piers’ hips, before pulling himself back off again to just the tip. Teasing, a slow, testing pace, rolling himself back over and over to smoothly fuck himself on Piers’ rock-hard cock. Forcing the younger man to kneel and tremble and clutch his hips as he did so.

“That’s it, you’ve got good control, Piers,” Chris murmured, lifting his chest up a little as he began to move quicker. Thrusting back onto Piers and covering his mouth as he groaned – aware they were still in a public inn. “Shit… your dick’s so fucking good. Fuck… mnh…” he was grinding himself back now, wriggling his hips as Piers gasped and gripped his hips tighter. “Next time,” the Captain murmured, “I’ll get a proper taste of it. But for now, you wanna fuck me, kid?”

“Yeah,” Piers whimpered, “sh-shit, yeah!” He’d began to sweat, balls violently aching as he was forced to withhold and not cum the fucking second Chris had first sheathed himself on him. “C-can I, Captain?”

“I dunno,” Chris murmured, sly, pushing himself back all the way again and smacking his ass against Piers’ pelvis as he deeply fucked himself, giving soft, needy groans as he did so. “Y’gonna fuck me good, Piers? Gonna make me cum?”

“Y-yeah, I promise,” Piers replied hungrily, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, “gonna make you cum, Captain, gonna make you cum on my cock.”

“Mmh, confident,” Chris chuckled, putting his face back into his folded arms and growling out his pleasure as he began to fuck himself harder onto Piers, “you gonna cum as soon as you start moving, kid?”

“N-no!”

“You sure? I don’t like a quick fuck.”

“No, no I promise, Captain, please,” Piers begged, “I promise, I’ll fuck you so good you won’t ever want anyone else.”

Chris tightened around him then, and Piers moaned raggedly, nails clawing into Chris’ skin.

“Fuck… you wanna make me all yours, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Piers breathed, feeling as though he might go mad with his aroused delirium.

Chris groaned softly. “Goddamn it Piers, why’d it take you so long to get brave? Alright kid. Show me what you got.”

Piers didn’t need to wait to be ordered again. His hips shunted forward with a hungry grunt rolling from his throat. Pounding with desperation and ferocity into the tight heat of his beloved Captain, clutching onto his waist and staring down dutifully at the older man as he groaned and grasped fistfuls of the futon appreciatively at the intensity of Piers’ thrusts. Hard, deep, determined to prove to Chris that he had what it took to satisfy him and worm more of those delicious, low pleasured notes from his usually so stoic tongue.

“Captain…” he growled, panting to the smack smack smack of his hips on Chris’ firm ass, admiring how Chris’ back muscles rippled in the soft light, a little damp from sweat and oil, his broad body presenting to him in a gorgeous arch. This was his Captain, his Chris demanding that he take him and use him and fuck him. Piers took a shuddering gasp as the first threat of an orgasm passed over him like the Holy Ghost. He caught himself in time, pulling out of Chris suddenly and spreading his hole with his thumbs before thrusting back inside. Sliding in deep, grinding the tip of his cock far in enough that Chris began to emit softer, higher whines into his arm.

“Oh… fuck, k-keep it there,” he muttered, rocking back for Piers to keep slamming into that spot deeper inside. Something that seemed to make the great man shake and whimper with every movement of the younger man inside of him. “Fuck, Piers, you all the way in?”

Piers grunted in affirmation, hilting himself and taking a second to breathe. His pubic hair brushing against the Captain’s tailbone. Chris was pulsing around him, wet and slick, dripping down his balls as he let the man roll back onto him and chase that sensitive spot inside.

Captain Redfield, who could’ve known what a cock-slut he was. Piers might’ve been ashamed once, to think of his hero as somebody capable of grinding back on a big cock and begging for it. But somehow he felt less morose considering Chris had chosen him, begged for him, and was now slapping his ass backwards onto Piers’ pelvis to chase his orgasm.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He began to move again, one hand slipping up to hold Chris down between his shoulderblades as he began to thrust hard into him again. Long, determined strokes. Forcing out soft cries of erotic pain and pleasure from his Captain melting from the sake and the heat and arousal beneath him. Pummelling his insides with every smack of his hips.

“Chris,” he groaned, unable to help himself.

“Mmnh… yeah Piers, say my name like that….” Chris growled back, “shit… you’re doing a g-great job kid,” he was reaching beneath himself now, grasping for his dripping cock as Piers fucked him to the brink of ecstasy.

Before he could start touching himself, Piers had moved, grabbing both of Chris’ wrists and pinning them down eitherside of Chris’ head, lifting his body up a little and pounding down harder than before. Almost snarling in his animalistic grunts of pleasure and exhaustion.

“Don’t,” he snapped, “Captain, I promised you.”

Chris – who could’ve very easily thrown Piers off had he wanted to – pushed his face into the futon, drooling and groaning as the younger man fucked him into submission. Unable to touch himself, his cock dripped lewdly down onto the sheets with each whimper, with each brush of Piers’ cockhead grinding past his swollen prostate. Sticky, lewd, it coagulated with the oil dripping out from his ass as Piers’ cock stirred up his insides and stretched him around his thickness.

“P-Piers… Piers…”

“C-captain?” Piers growled back, gripping his wrists so hard he was certain they’d be bruised once they’d finished. He was draped down over Chris’ back now, slamming his hips down as Chris’ thighs shook from the effort of staying upright for his partner. Well trained, it seemed. “Is it good?” He growled into Chris’ ear, hungry for praise and to listen to Chris’ weak pants and whimpers.

“Y-yeah, s’good,” Chris drawled back, moaning luxuriously as Piers kissed the back of his neck and nipped at the delicate skin with his teeth. “Y’get like an animal, don’t ya, that exciting to be fucking your old C-captain, huh, Piers?”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so fucking long,” Piers groaned, pushing his face into Chris’ shoulder as he humped into him like a dog desperate to breed, “wanted you, Captain, I wanted you so bad.” He was almost whining into his moans and breaths, sensitive and so close to spilling his load he could feel his balls starting to tighten.

“Gonna cum for me, Piers?”

“F-fuck, yeah.”

“Y’wanna cum inside?” Chris asked, sounding lewd and squeezing around Piers as he did so, forcing the younger man to whimper and claw into his wrists again. “Gonna mark me as yours?”

“Y-yes sir, yes, shit…” Piers drawled off again, panting and growling as the burning sweetness of his orgasm tightened his abdomen and sent a flush of heat through his balls and bladder and tingled all the way through his cock, still being massaged by Chris’ guts. “Fuck, fuck…so-sorry, I w-was g-gonna last…” he was sweating now onto Chris’ shoulder, drawing in great lungfuls of Chris’ scent and his moans and his skin, scraping his teeth over flesh and hardly caring what a mess he’d become.

“You’ve done good, Piers,” Chris assured him softly, “mh… you’ve got me damn close too, you wanna cum for me, soldier? Gonna make me proud?”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Piers was panting, hot breaths into Chris’ ear as he chased his euphoria. And all too suddenly he was grinding his hips forward and almost howling in relief as he came. Unable to stop moving his hips as he humped against his Captain, feeling his cock pulse and drool out a long and satisfactory orgasm inside. “Ch-Chris,” he groaned, “s-sorry, fuck…”

“Fuck Piers, how much can a guy your size cum?”

“B-been a while,” the younger man half laughed, half moaned, still grinding into Chris as he kissed and sank his teeth into the skin of his shoulder. One hand sliding up beneath his Captain to fondle and pump his cock.

And as Chris moaned weakly into the pillow and reached back to grab Piers’ head, just to hold him there as he kissed bruises into his back, he spilled between Piers’ fingers with a soft curse of satisfaction. Chris’ thighs gave out, and he fell down onto the futon trembling and breathing heavy, still groaning quietly as Piers’ hips kept rocking inside.

“God-damn, you’re not half bad, Piers,” he chuckled into the pillow, “a little more training and I reckon you’d even give me a run for my money.”

Piers grinned, pushing his face again into the crook of Chris’ neck and drinking in his scent as Chris’ fingers stroked the back of his head. His cock was softening inside now, and with a soft whimper of overstimulation he was forced to lean back and let it flop out. He knelt back, spreading Chris open and watching as globs of his thick cum tried to ooze out – fingering it back inside in horny awe and satisfaction. Chris tightened around his fingers, and the larger man exhaled as he let Piers play with his hole for a little while post-orgasm.

“I needed that,” Chris grunted into the futon, “mission ain’t over until you’ve had a good fuck.”

“Tell me about it.” Piers leaned down to kiss Chris’ ass, around the back of his thighs and the back of his balls, licking teasingly over Chris’ rim with the tip of his tongue and fingering back in the cum that tried to spill out again.

“What the fuck am I gonna do when you’ve retired, Captain?”

Chris moaned sleepily. “You think I’d turn you away if you came to my door, kid?”

Piers grinned to himself, giddy without meaning to. He kissed Chris’ hole again, loving how it still flexed and tried to gape a little, as if desperate to be filled by Piers’ cock again. “Mmh, I’ll remember that.”

“Damn right you will. You think I deal in one-night stands?”

“No sir.” Piers draped himself back on top of Chris, and kissed the back of his neck again, his hands sliding around underneath Chris to grope at his pecs. “We made a real mess, Captain.”

“I can feel,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll shower first.”

Piers almost felt the urge to beg him not to, then felt ashamed that he was about to beg for Chris to sleep with his cum still inside. He was glad Chris was laying with his eyes shut, and couldn’t see his boyish embarrassment at the thought. Besides, there’d be plenty of time to do this all over again.

“Can’t shower if you’re still playing with my tits, Piers.”

“A little more, Captain,” Piers mumbled, nipping at Chris’ neck as he groped and touched everything he could reach. Determined to remember the braille of his Captain’s skin, and read the stories Chris was too ashamed to tell.

Wondering half in a dream, whether he too might leave scars upon the heart of his Captain one day.

By the time Piers had stepped out from the little bathroom after a quick shower, Chris was already fast asleep on the only futon they hadn’t made a mess of. They had agreed to share the one, since the other was currently a little beyond saving (Chris planned to pay the inn in the morning for the damages).

It was still a little warm in their room, and Chris was laid on his back on top of the blankets, back in the yukata from before. And once again, it was doing very little to cover anything at all.

Quietly, Piers lay himself down on the futon next to the Captain, and propped himself up on one arm to observe the sleeping man. Scarred and weathered by time and work and stress. A permanent furrow in his brow that didn’t appear in his photos from the 90s. Even asleep he hardly looked entirely at peace, devastated by the war he was determined to win.

Piers sighed softly to himself, reaching out a tentative hand to lightly touch Chris’ cheek. Brushing the wiry beard there, then down his throat, stroking light fingertips in smooth circles as he explored the Captain’s exposed pecs. Even after jerking off again in the shower, he still felt horny. It was as if the floodgates had finally opened and all that time he’d spent ignoring the urges had come at once. It was enough to make him exhale longingly as he sleepily played with Chris’ nipples and stroked his thick body-hair, all the way down his firm abdomen to the waist of the yukata.

Knowing if he went any further he wouldn’t be able to sleep, Piers quickly took his hand away and lay down, facing away from the sleeping Captain. For a moment he tightened his eyes shut, urging his cock to calm down as it stirred. Then the shifting of sheets behind him and the muscular arm thrown over his hip had him snap back into reality.

“Captain?”

Chris pulled him into a warm embrace, and sighed gruffly. “You’re a real player, huh, Piers?”

“W-what?”

“Doing all of that, and not even offering me a kiss?” Chris chuckled.

Piers flushed. In all his excitement to get on and screw his gorgeous captain, he’d entirely forgotten about being romantic.

“I thought you weren’t romantic enough for it?” He asked, half as a joke, half to mask his embarrassment as he turned his head a little to glance back at the older man. “Didn’t want to overstep my boundaries.”

“Fuck boundaries, fuck romantic shit, don’t leave me hanging, soldier.”

Piers was kissing back the moment Chris had descended on him, an awkward half-kiss given the angle. Chasing Chris’ lips and nipping at the soft skin, luring Chris in again with his tongue and uttering a soft moan of satisfaction into the mouth of his Captain. For a while they embraced in warm silence as the snow fell outside, kissing and panting into one another’s mouths, fulfilling needs hard to come by in the face of war.

Piers groaned again, a little deeper, as Chris’ hand slipped down inside of his yukata and groped around blindly before grasping the stiffness of his cock.

The older man chuckled into his mouth, pleased; “to be young, huh?”

“Sorry,” Piers mumbled back, kissing Chris again and rolling his hips a little. “I know you’re tired, Captain.”

“I ain’t sleeping just yet, kid.”

Piers turned his head a little more to meet Chris’ twinkling eyes, and grinned before he could help himself. He pushed himself up, and gently shoved Chris back down onto the futon.

“Stop calling me kid,” he murmured.

“Piers,” Chris smiled up at him, reaching out his hand and stroking the back of Piers’ head as the younger man looked down on him pink-tinged and wanting. “Don’t keep me waiting much longer, soldier. That’s an order.”

Piers melted into his touch, and stroked Chris’ forearm. Feeling as though the entire world had faded away, aside for them in that little snapshot moment in Japan. And felt aggrieved he had no polaroid to commemorate his Captain looking at him this way, of such a precious night. But perhaps it was better to keep it precious in his memories.

Would Chris, still a little sake-drunk, remember any of this in the morning? Would he pretend everything was back to normal? And then, would Piers have to finally pluck up his own courage to seek this picture once more?

“I won’t let you forget me, Chris,” he said aimlessly, as if he’d ever allow himself to fade out of his Captain’s life.

Chris chuckled; “how could I? You’re not going anywhere are you, Piers?”

“Not without you, Captain.” Piers bent down, and kissed him again. Meaningful and wistful this time, letting his lips linger, as if allowing Chris to savour the memory, as if one day the sensation of Piers’ lips would be the only faded photograph he had left.