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[noonegetsleftbehind]

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One Word Prompts - Still Accepting

Another day done and another night alone. Chris had long since lost interest in watching anything on the TV. Most nights he just sat in solitude, just as he was starting to do. He took a seat on his couch, boots still on, and flicked his lighter on to light his cigarette. He took a long drag, hearing the distant roar of thunder. He knew it was a nasty habit, but it was one of the only things that kept his mind from going to places he didn’t want it to go when he was alone.

A flash of lightning lit up the mostly dark room as he blew the smoke out. At least he’d have the ambiance of a storm to occupy him for a while. The rain began to pick up and the winds started to howl as he shifted to put his boots up on the table in front of him, scattered with various files and papers. He was taking in another drag when he heard a sound that didn’t quite match up with the storm. 

“The hell...” Nobody ever came here. Most people didn’t even know where he lived, but he was almost sure he had heard a knock at his door. Another crash of thunder echoed as he stamped out the cigarette and reached for a button under the table next to the couch. When a hidden compartment dropped and opened, he pulled the gun from it before closing it. 

Moving towards the door, the power flickered out with another bright flash of lightning. He shifted into all of his training and experience and was hyper aware of every single one of his surroundings as he approached the door. Checking the peephole, he didn’t see anything but darkness. After a moment, he unlocked the door and opened it, gun still at the ready. His gaze shifted down to meet with blood mixing with the rain that poured in sheets. Brown eyes widened as he saw who was there, bleeding and injured at his doorstep. 

“Piers...” The word came out like a choked whisper. He dropped to his knees, not caring that he was getting soaked in the storm. Instinctively, he touched the other man, a hand on his shoulder before his palm found the other man’s cheek. “Jesus Chris, Piers... It’s you...”

Snapping out of it, realizing the other man is wounded badly, he shifts, picking him up without even asking. Whatever or whoever caused this damage could be just around the corner. He carried him in, quickly shutting the door behind them and locking the house down. He moves swiftly to the couch, lying him down to survey the damage. 

“What happened?” He chooses the most important path. He needed to find out what was going on now to help fix the situation before he asked how the hell the man he’d cared for so much die before his very eyes was here in front of him right now.

[bastardsunlight]

“My hands are shaking.” @ Chris

"Deep breaths,” Chris coaxes, “in and out.”

Piers has just been through quite a trial, were one to put it mildly. He’s done his duty, protected his squad mates, provided overwatch, and allowed not a single undead, shambling corpse to reach the team. Still, it’s ugly, the first time you see a stumbling, groaning child. Squeezing that trigger cannot have been easy, but Chris is grateful to Piers for doing it. He’d had his hands full elsewhere and his second in command had taken charge of the situation admirably.

He takes Piers’s hands in his own and holds them tight, not caring who might be watching. “Look at me,” he says. “You did the right thing—you did fine. We are alive because of you. You hear me?”

Platonic requests for affection

[bioresilient]

⮞ CONTINUED : reassurance starters      ⮞ FROM : @biosnipe

Jill’s words echo in his head. There’s no reason for Piers not to believe her, but his brain hasn’t been all that logical lately. He rubs at his eyes, trying to chase away the sleep that clings to them. Waking up has easily become one of his least favorite things. There’s always a solid minute or two where he can’t remember where he is or why, and everything around him isn’t exactly a comforting context clue. “You sound just like Chris.” He leans back against the pillows, the adrenaline slowly fading out of his system. Hospital. C-virus. Right. He’s going based on assumptions, since he’s still not allowed out of the room. “Except I have a feeling that your bedside manner is much better than the Captain’s. He doesn’t handle people he cares about getting hurt all that well, huh?” Piers feels guilty that he’s causing so many people to pause their duties. He knows just how much paper work comes over a mess like their mission in China. His own situation probably added on a whole folder of work. He’s pretty confident in his guess that Chris won’t touch any of it and Jill is dealing with the fall out. "If I’m safe, why have you all taken shifts watching me? Did Claire make a spreadsheet?”

"Does anyone?" The question is posed gently, lacking any incredulity or skepticism that might have bourne it to anyone else, tempered by the grogginess in Pier's bearing and the concern and affection for Chris which his comparison hints at. "When you've been doing this as long as we have, the injuries to people you care about have a way of stacking up. Every one of them feels as terrible as the first." Injuries she says, rather than casualties, that the lieutenant has suffered the former and not the latter a miracle she does not fixate on, which she doesn't assume him to be as thankful for as everyone else. The few days he's had in and out of consciousness since the incident, on copious drugs and undergoing countless tests, could hardly have been conducive to processing and accepting the obvious costs of his survival, and she had not always weighed her own costs worthwhile.

"You're safe," she reiterates sincerely, perched a respectable distance away on the only chair in the room, "But that doesn't mean you should have to be alone in here." There may be a spreadsheet ------ if only to prevent the long absent stretches that would so worry Chris ------ but she would be here regardless. Watching like experience professional and personal would dictate her watch even without the intention to do so necessarily, but also supporting, occupying, distracting. "How are you feeling?"

[bastardsunlight]

@ Leon: Can I wear a leather jacket instead of armor on missions too or will I end up grievously injured and/or dead

"Only one way to find out, man." Leon shrugs out of his jacket and hands it over without a second thought. "Might even help ya dual wield, or maybe that's the bottle of Jack."

[bastardsunlight]

@ Chris: "How pissed would you be if I hypothetically think I broke a bone on yesterday's mission and didn't mention it until right now. Complete hypothetical."

A dark brow rises and Chris Redfield sucks his teeth, considering. “Hypothetically, huh?”

There’s a short, sharp exhalation of air from his nose indicating wry laughter. He moves closer, looking the lieutenant up and down and then—he is deceptively quick for a man of his size—reaches out to grasp one wrist, holding firmly, but not squeezing. It’s the one Piers has been favoring, just slightly, hardly enough to notice if you didn’t know him. But Chris does. He knows the young man well.

“Hypothetically, I’d say you were irresponsible, riding on adrenaline and hoping for the best… I might say you could put your team in jeopardy and that shit doesn’t fly. I might even suggest that you’d better take care of it before it becomes a bigger problem.

"Why do you ask?”

[noonegetsleftbehind]

Super doting. Lots of cuddling afterwards.

(I remember the meme was something along the lines of tell me what you think my muse is like in bed...)

You are 100% correct. Chris aims to please others, especially in bed. He's very big on the intimacy of cuddling and just remaining close after the act.

[noonegetsleftbehind]

"Chris? I can't sleep." He pulled the blanket around his shoulders tighter. "You really have to go tomorrow? I hate the idea of not going with you. It fucking sucks."

Brown eyes opened, a sleepy grin sweeping over his face with a soft purr. He reached for the younger man, gently pulling him on top of him, blanket and all. He'd learned long ago to sleep with multiple blankets on the bed as his lover was prone to stealing them.

"Mmm... I know, baby." He let his hands roam to rub the other man's back before hugging him tightly against him body. Brown eyes looked up at him, locking to his gaze. "You know... I might have a sick day I could use for once.... Bad form and all considering I'm the Captain and it's a two month long mission... But how am I supposed to function without my Lieutenant?"

[noonegetsleftbehind]

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

Subtle Spicy Starters - Still Accepting

The words almost made him laugh. Almost. After everything, years apart from each other, the last thing he was thinking about was the fact that he could be gentle with the other man. He'd spent years thinking he would never see Piers again and that he had watched him die. In Chris's mind, Piers was the most fragile thing in the world right now. Still, he knew that the other man had a point. He wasn't going to hurt him.

He nods, lips pressing rushed, needy kisses to the other man's lips and jaw. His voice was only a hushed murmur against warm, soft, familiar flesh. "Piers... If anything hurts just... Say the word." He wanted this-- needed it-- more than anything else in the world. The last thing he wanted to do, though, was to hurt Piers.

Chris was very careful not to disturb any of the other man's fresh wounds, but he was starting to let himself give over to desire. It had been so long-- too long-- since they'd last been together like this. The thought still lingered within Chris's mind that he once thought that last time they'd made love was going to live on in his mind forever. He'd replayed it so many times. The way the other man looked, felt, smelled and tasted beneath him. Everything, every single thing that he remembered was right here alive at his fingertips.

He shifted his body, having already prepared himself for what was to come. Brown eyes met the younger man's and they didn't dare look away to anything else. He let more of his body press against the man beneath him. Inch by inch he slowly pushed himself all the way inside him. Gaze still locked on his, Chris let out a shuddered breath before shifting again to press his lips against the other man's.

He lingered in that kiss, beginning to roll his hips against the smaller man. He was setting up a slow, deep rhythm to move within the other. Eyes opening, he parted from the kiss just long enough to murmur to the other. "Piers.... Fuck... I love you so goddamn much... So much..."

He hesitated for a moment, warring between not wanting to hurt the other man and needing to give himself over to the act. When he didn't hear any protest or see any blip of a facial expression that might tell him that Piers was in any kind of pain, he finally let himself go. His slow movements became faster and he found himself driving in deeper, needing to be buried completely within the other man.