"Captain."

Chris knew that voice a mile away. It had been almost three years and he could still hear that voice in his head. He had never expected to see him again, certainly not here... not in a bar in Bethesda where he had every intention of drowning away in vodka until the next morning, hoping it would numb some of the annoyances of leadership away. He didn't even want to think about Jill and her stupid new demand that he take control of Alpha team. Why should he want to be the one in control of the response team? Hadn't he gone through enough? Still, talk about a perfect distraction, he wasn't even capable of responding to his greeting, just locked on that form of his like he was the some mythical thing he had seen before and never hoped to see again. What kind of wonderful God was watching him that he'd sent him the one person capable of making him forget. Three years since they'd played their game at that conference and he'd woken up the next morning to find that after that little spat over him leaving him aching for it and tied up, that his unit had left. It had been fun while it lasted but still it had been bitter sweet, he never did get to do the things he wanted. He'd always regretted not finishing what they started. He had even considered calling him, but how would that look? "Piers..." He was staring at him, again. With those hazel eyes; seemingly stoic apart from that dance of perversion behind them like they knew that the longer they stared the more uncomfortable he could make him. He hadn't changed a bit, at least..., his body had changed. Time had been good to him that was certain. His body had filled out completely, lithe turned into muscled and toned. His jawline was almost perfect with those pouted lips still playing at a smile that never fully crossed over his features, hardened no doubt from three years working in the Black Ops, but it was there. He couldn't help but note that he still leaned his extra weight to one side like he had before, must still be at the top of his game.

It wasn't until he heard the tenor voice over the burble at the bar again that he realized how long he'd been staring. "Still enjoying the view Captain?' Piers lips curled into a half smile, gripping the clear glass on the bar with one hand and drinking it down with ease before tapping it on the bar. He had great posture that was for sure, obviously he didn't drink that often or he would have learned how to hunch over the bar like a proper drunk. He was staring too, even though his eyes weren't traversing the plains of Chris' body, but he hadn't needed to do that years ago, why would he now? Still playing the game, and boy was it a thrill. Chris had filled out too, stronger, faster, a body made to fight the toils of war and never give in. They were eyeing one another for almost fifteen minutes without saying another word, judging each other while Chris downed another few shots.

Chris needed a distraction, a good one. Good enough to make him forget all the crap that was going to happen tomorrow. And with enough alchol he wasn't at all concerned with using this one. He didn't care why Piers was there, but he was happy it was this bar the kid had chosen. "You know in any other circumstance Nivans, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself... but tonight I think I'd rather do that for you." He tossing back his own shot, ignoring the stifled chuckle that had almost three years ago sounded so much lighter and relaxed. Maybe he needed this too? Maybe not as bad as Chris, but he evidently focused on him like an eagle. Honestly thinking about it, he hadn't stopped and had any fun since that stupid little tryst they'd had all that time ago. Who cares, Chris needed it now and that's all that mattered. "Grab your coat. We're gettin' out of here."

"In a rush Redfield?" Piers laughed, pulling his jacket off the back of the chair, pulling it over one shoulder as he followed Chris, tossing some money to cover their tabs. "What's the end game Captain?"

"Fuck the game kid. I want to know if those hands of yours still know what they're doing." Drinking was making him hasty, and instantly outside the door Chris had him by the collar, shoving him back against the wall in plain view of anyone on the street walking by. He regretted not kissing him all those years ago, but it had been part of the game, now all he wanted was to sink into him and forget the world for a few brief hours. He hardly waited for permission when he crashed into him, but he knew from the motion that Piers had met him halfway. His lips were like heaven, soft and sinful, and hell if it wasn't obvious how much he wanted this too, that talented tongue of his brushing over Chris' mouth asking to invade the warmth inside his mouth until Chris parted his lips for him, feeling him instantly push heavy shoulders back with a stern hand the moment he'd given him permission, holding him back with steady arms.

"Simon says, you've got to earn it captain."

Fuck it was going to be a long night.

Jill's complaints were lost on Chris the next morning, she was livid he had a hangover. All he could think about was how the moment he'd gotten behind closed doors, those hands had pried apart every part of his being and made him forget the world. His head was still spinning from how Piers mouth had plied a lifetime's worth of moans from him as they encircled him and worked him to the point of breaking. He hadn't even fought him on the matter when Piers started demanding things from him. Chris spent his entire life being in charge, hell if he had a problem with a bottom that wanted to tell him what to do. Particularly when those demands were to strip and get on his knees. "Come on Chris, its not like you are the best thing on two legs. You need a partner. You made that much obvious in Kijuju and I won't always be around to help you if something happens." Jill crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring the 'I'm the top dog' look she was receiving from Chris upon her suggestion that Alpha team be led by Chris and a partner. Heck if he needed a partner.

Her mouth was still flapping, but all he could think about was what it had been like when the kid had straddled his waist. It didn't matter what she said, he could still see it vividly in his mind, and feel the weight of his knees on his wrists pinning him there underneath while Piers had given him the show of a lifetime. Damn that kid knew how to move, and he certainly knew how to tease. He wouldn't let Chris touch him half the night, just lay there and strain while he urged noises from the man under him by rocking his hips against his erection. "I saved you, remember? And I'm not taking a rookie into the field Jill. That's the end of that." Snarling, he tipped his head back, trying to ignore the high pitch her voice reached when she was mad. It was a harsh comparison to the moans of pleasure Piers had made over him while he fingered himself, making Chris watch those talented hands.

"You need a partner, Chris. This kid has test scores that rival most seasoned agents, and on top of that I've never seen the kind of devotion he puts into his work. I mean honestly. Just talk to him okay? If its bugs you that much after talking to him I'll try and find someone drunk and annoying."

"Jill..." Snarling he shook his head, knowing he wasn't going to win this argument. He was in no mood to be meeting anyone. What he really wanted to call up Piers and ask him for a repeat of the night before. He could still feel the heat of his body around him, that amazing tightness once he'd thrown him off the couch and held his face down on the carpet and gave him a rug burn on his stomach from how hard he fucked him into the floor. He wasn't allowed to call him though, it was one of the rules apparently, and he was being given assignment in the morning anyway, wasn't like the man wasn't busy. They both were, Chris had to deal with a rookie partner, and Piers was off leave in the morning and had to report in. What he wanted was to think about how the kid has begged him so perfectly once all the pretenses were gone, about how he'd fought Chris for dominance the entire night until the ace had shoved him onto his back and rode his cock until he couldn't form any rational thought at all. He didn't want to think of taking some rookie fresh out of the gate as a partner.

"Come in here kid. His name is Piers Nivans."

"What?!"

"Reporting for duty Captain Redfield... Best of three?"

I thought I'd give a short amusing end to this one. Hope you enjoyed the game!