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Jake’s going into heat for the first time

He’s been raging for days now. It was a fire inside him he couldn’t quell. Jake was prone to bursts of anger but they were never out of the fucking blue. He didn’t understand why this was happening. Why his skin was so raw he couldn’t stop scratching at it. He’d ran his nails down his forearms so vigorously, he’d broken the skin. He couldn’t stop gasping for breath, but it was doing fuck all to cool his insides. He gulped down another water bottle, cool liquid running out the corners of his mouth and down his chin, but as soon as the water reached his belly it seemed to steam instead of alleviating the heat. Jake crumbled the plastic in his fist and tossed it aside with a frustrated groan. He clutched at his chest and leaned against the side of whatever building he was stumbling around, vision disorientated and muscles weak. What the fuck was happening to him? Poison?  

‘-ake..! Jake!’ The noise was unfamiliar at first. His head was melting. He almost reached for his ears to see if his brain was leaking. He blinked when he comprehended his name. He fisted the loose material of his shirt harder and yanked at it. He wanted to rip it apart.

‘What the fuck…?! You gotta do something about your pheromones! You’re drawing the whole base to you! Fuck…’ Jake didn’t understand what the hell the other wolf was yapping about. He narrowed his eyes and made an effort to focus on Piers who was charging at him, face all scrunched up in that scowl of his. When he got close he halted and pressed the back of his hand to his face, like he’d smelled something pungent. Jake’s tongue was lolling out and he was panting. He could barely speak through his ragged gasps.

‘The fuck…The fuck is happening to me?...’ That small sentence drained him and his head dipped. He had to strain to keep his watery eyes on the other man. Piers seemed to debate something before he reached for his shoulders and grabbed him, shaking him a little. The contact felt weird. Like it was electrified and Jake felt a twitch run through every vertebrae all the way to his tailbone.

‘Don’t fucking tell me this is your first time…! No fucking way! You’re going in heat…!’ Piers seemed to choke on his own words and his eyes were far darker than Jake ever remembered. He couldn’t take his glare off the sniper’s mouth. He was focusing to catch his words but suddenly he felt an unfathomable urge to jam his tongue between the other wolf’s thin lips. He wanted to drink down his spit and swallow his tongue. It was a thirst he’d never felt before.

‘Fuck me…’ The words were alien to him but nothing in his life had ever made more sense. Piers froze, fingers still digging into the meat of the younger man’s shoulder and he gawked at the merc. His mouth worked to form a sentence but he ended up swallowing his words back instead. The desire to copulate wasn’t out of place, considering the circumstance, but he hadn’t expected Jake to just come out and say it. The insane part was, he felt the twist of his insides in hungry anticipation for the offered proposition, despite knowing how fucked up it was. Jake was obviously not in the right state of mind to make this sort of decision and to say yes, no matter how much his mouth watered to taste the cocky ginger’s skin, would be to boarder line take advantage. But the way Jake shook in his hands and the way he was looking at him through glazed eyes, moist with gathering tears of confused frustration, was making him hesitate on his morality. It was odd for the first heat to be triggered so late in a wolf’s life. Usually it was something adolescents went through but it was also true Jake was biologically different. Perhaps it had something to do with his blood or his father or who the fuck knew. Honestly, it didn’t much matter if Piers couldn’t get Jake to settle his pheromone discharge soon. The only reason a crowd of ravenous soldiers weren’t descending on the clueless boy to mount him was because he was doing his best to shield his musk with his own scent. It wasn’t a long term solution.  

‘Jake, you don’t know what you’re saying. We need to get you out of here.’ Piers glanced around him and took a half step back before his head whipped back to find Jake’s large eyes narrowed in the closest thing he could muster to a glare, considering his bright blush. His skin was pale enough for the red to light up his face like a Christmas tree. It wasn’t the right time to notice this, but Piers noted the constellation of freckles dusting the other man’s sharp cheekbones. Cute.

‘Don’t underestimate me puppy. I know exactly what I’m saying… Fuck me… I need this…’ Piers sincerely doubted it but nobody was more acquainted with the merc’s stubbornness than him. He made another attempt to distance himself but Jake just tugged on his arm more desperately and the tinge of fear in his eyes wasn’t lost on the lieutenant. Experiencing a first heat was no joke. Doing so, alone, with no support network in an unfamiliar territory was fucking terrifying. Piers couldn’t imagine it and he cursed softly under his breath. For better or worse, it seemed like he’d unwittingly become the young man’s safety net which made him wonder, what if he hadn’t reached him first? A cold slab of ice ran up his spine at the very real near miss. As much as he liked and trusted the other men he served with, Piers wouldn’t have trusted them not to take…liberties.

‘Are you sure?’ Piers couldn’t believe the words even if they were coming out of his own mouth. Was he seriously considering this? It wasn’t like he didn’t find the mouthy, bratty merc handsome or anything. And yeah, maybe he’d sneaked a few glances and had a few stray thoughts but there was a world of difference between having a wet dream about Jake and actually making it reality.

‘Ye-Yeah… I want it to be you. It burns like hell Piers… I can’t stand it…!’ Jake started shaking again and Piers forgot all about distancing himself, pressing up against the younger boy instead so their foreheads touched. He could breathe the heat of his ragged gasps this close.

‘I know.’ He did. It’d been years since his first but it was one of those things he wasn’t going to forget. Piers had been with loved ones who had taken the time to walk him through the steps. He’d been safe and aware of his changes. Even so, the cocktail of burning hormones had been awful. He’d wanted to claw his own skin off just to cool down and he’d been on suppressants. Jake was going through his delayed symptoms raw.

‘Why is this happening to me?...’ Jake was scratching and grabbing at his shirt, looking for any form of purchase while the gears in his head kept whirling anxiously. Logically he understood what was going on but having never felt this first hand was messing him up badly. He felt completely powerless in his own body and that was the sort of bs which had someone like Jake more on edge than anything. No matter the dangers, he’d always been able to rely on himself to get out of dodge but now he felt vulnerable. He felt naked and scared. Shit he hadn’t had to deal with since he was a weak little punk back in the village he grew up in.

‘I got you. I’m here.’ Piers didn’t honestly know what to make of this side of Jake. It was not at all like his usual self but he did know one thing. He couldn’t leave the guy alone now. He wouldn’t. He worried his bottom lip and tried to come up with a solution. Obviously he wasn’t going to bang the other man out in the open where anyone could happen upon them. Hell, they’d probably be drawn to the heavy stench of sex and how the fuck was he going to explain that mess to his superiors? But Jake was too desperate for something. He needed something to take the edge off at least enough for Piers to get him to a safer location. His quarters were nearby and he could look after the merc there in relative comfort. Even if tempted, the other soldiers wouldn’t barge into his space.

‘Puppy…!’ Jake whined and his hips thrust forwards to seek some friction. Piers groaned at the impossible to miss hardness rubbing up against his own. He had to imagine that was bordering on painful. As if to confirm it, Jake whined again and jerked his hips to rub himself up against Piers’ firm body. It was as close as Jake had ever come to begging and the soldier got the neediness loud and clear. He crashed their mouths together in a hard kiss, immediately feeling the way Jake moaned and opened up to him. Pushing his hand up the tough muscles of Jake’s chest was easy with his tattered shirt. Fingertips touched the dips between the rough plains and Piers silently noted the many calloused cuts and grooves. The scars were proof Jake had a hard start in life and Piers made a mental note to take better stock of them. Maybe after he softened the usually closed off merc, Jake might be open to share some of their origin stories. Piers wouldn’t be against learning more about the other’s life.

Jake gasped a hot breath against Pier’s tongue when his thumb flicked over the raised mound of a nipple. The tender thing was twitching and perky. Jake pushed his chest further into his hand to encourage more grouping and Piers gave it to him, digging his nail just a little into the nub and lapping up more of those pretty moans he was quickly getting addicted to. It’d be a hard time trying to take Jake’s cocky taunts seriously in the future when he was sure to recall his husky groans in this moment. He would have been happy to kiss and play with Jake’s chest for the rest of the evening but the other had less patience. Piers felt Jake’s hand grab for his and push it down towards his waistband. He refused to release the soldier’s mouth, chasing the retreating lips when Piers attempted to look down, so he moved his hand blindly. He found the jean button and popped it open, pushing the fly apart enough for his hand to find room inside. Somehow he wasn’t entirely surprised the man was going commando and if he wasn’t so distracted by the shape of the weeping cock in his hand, he might have taken a second to raise an amused eyebrow. Jake’s hips began bucking forwards again, ready to fuck into Piers’ tight fist until he came. The slippery slide of the member made wet sounds and the soldier squeezed it tighter, rapidly stroking up and down in a hurry to get the lusty wolf to spill his load. They’d have time to take things slower later. He thumbed the slit of Jake’s cock head, rubbing along the raw nerves there while the ginger’s kiss became sloppier and sloppier. He attempted to keep it up but he was making too much noise to concentrate on what his tongue was doing and Piers was content to move down his neck to suck on the skin there instead. He made sure to lick the scar on Jake’s face first, always fascinated by it but never having gotten a straight answer out of the merc as to its conception. It was something which made Jake’s eyes darken and he tended to turn away when attention was brought to it as if recalling the injury. A shame. In Piers’ opinion it did nothing to dampen the man’s proud features.

‘Cum-Cuum-ing…!’ Jake managed to push out the broken word through wet gasps and Piers continued to jerk the cock off until his fingers were dripping with the spillage. He didn’t stop until Jake began whining and pulling his hips away, starting to feel the rawness of overstimulation. Jake blinked at him through moist, glazed eyes no longer cotton blue but darker in a way which could only be described as salacious. Piers heard the phrase fuck-me-eyes and those were it. He was back to pressing their foreheads together, letting the other come down from his high enough so he wouldn’t be trembling.

‘We need to go now.’ Jake began shaking his head silently, all the more randy now that he’d gotten a taste of the pleasure his heat demanded. Piers wasn’t even sure how much of his powerful desire to breed this man was all due to his own pheromones answering the siren call of Jake’s but he was pragmatic enough to see the danger of going further here. The spot was already starting to reek of Jake’s fresh spunk and any wandering wolf would know immediately what happened here.

‘Still hot…’ Jake was clearly not thinking with any other part of his anatomy except his dick so Piers had to be responsible for both of them.

‘I know…I know. Come with me and I’ll take care of it, ok?’ Jake shook his head again, being petulant but Piers was done tucking him back into his pants. He whipped his hand on the pant leg too, figuring those jeans were for the trash anyway. They were dark so the stains were invisible to the naked eye and it was better than someone catching sight of his cum soaked fingers as he dragged Jake to his quarters. The smell would give him away readily enough if anyone looked closely but he hoped most were occupied at this time of the day. He himself was meant to be running drills but he’d just have to explain the situation to Chris later and hope for the best. Helping Jake with his first heat seemed like a pretty important emergency and surely the captain would see why the merc wandering around the base with a fuck-me flag practically waving above his head was a terrible idea.

‘Fine…’ Piers sighed his relief and he moved to let the other man lean up against him. He was heavy and his legs were wobbly but at least they were moving. It sort of looked like he was helping a very intoxicated Jake to safety and he supposed that wasn’t entirely false. This early in the day, it might not be the immediate assumption to a casual onlooker but also, Jake was a wild thing. This sort of behaviour was absolutely unacceptable for a soldier but a mercenary with a guarded past? Who could say?

‘I’ll take care of you.’  

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Wesker forces Chris to drink ‘of his flesh’

Chris’ stomach grumbled and he pointedly ignored the gnaw of hunger. He hadn’t eaten in days but even so, he eyed the succulent stake with open distrust. It smelt absolutely mouth-watering of aromatic herbs and rich smokiness. He knew it would melt on his tongue but Chris would rather starve than take a bite. Everything Wesker touched turned to shit and he wasn’t about to trust he hadn’t done something to the meal. He fell into the madman’s clutches roughly a week back and Chris had been waiting to see what the psychopath would pull next. Instead he’d been left to stew with his own unrelenting, paranoid thoughts in his little cell until the blond finally fetched him. Chris was starved and he figured it was to keep him weak. Pliant. Not that Wesker needed it. He’d demonstrated the prowess of his freaky, vile mutation when he’d caught the agent with embarrassing ease. He’d been ready for Wesker’s strength, speed, even his silver tongue but he hadn’t been ready for the black tendrils bringing him to his knees like a snared animal. Chris fucking hated how Wesker got more twisted every time he managed to catch up.

‘What seems to be the problem? You haven’t touched your food and I know you’re hungry.’ Chris tore his gaze from the stake to glare at the other man, if he could still be called that. Wesker sat at the other end of the dining table. Lit candles flickered between them in some parody of a romantic dinner. The fucker smirked at him, slowly chewing a piece of his own meal. That didn’t make Chris any more eager to eat. Quite the contrary.

‘Have a drink at least...’ Wesker raised his wine glass and took a sip, his unnaturally red eyes still pinning Chris like a rare butterfly on display. The agent curled his lip in disgust and glanced to his own glass. His was not filled with wine, but rather something as black as tar. It jerked a little around its glass cage and made Chris’ guts roil. He knew what it was and he had no desire to bring the infectious goo to his lips. Wesker had shown him as one of his creepy tendrils extended from his fingertips and coiled around the bottom of the glass. He’d wanted Chris to know what he was asking for in exchange for Jill’s freedom. Everything. Drinking of his flesh, as Wesker had so poetically put it, would spell his doom. Forsake his humanity and everything he’d ever had the strength to stand for. How like Wesker to demand everything and still have the balls to make Chris choose. If he refused, he doubted the villain would just try again later. Wesker wasn’t someone who took kindly to being rejected and for all his abstinence all he’ll get would be Jill’s death on his conscious. He’d seen her briefly. She was not herself. Wesker told her to put a gun to her own head and she’d done it. No hesitation. There would be no hesitation when she pulled the trigger either.

Chris reached for the glass, a visible tremor in his fingertips. He wanted to still it so he wouldn’t give Wesker the satisfaction but the emotions stirring inside him were too intense to completely subdue. Drinking from this poisoned cup meant he’d be hunted by everyone he’d worked for. Everyone he’d fought with and some of the men he’d personally trained. He could never see Claire again. He could never see Jill. But at least she would be out there and she’d do him the kindness of putting him out of his misery. He’d have done the same for her.

‘You swear to let her go?’ Chris didn’t bother looking at Wesker because he never could tell when he was lying. His word mean shit but he wanted to hear it. Even a lie would give him the courage he needed.

‘Yes.’ Wesker’s succinct promise sounded sincere but then again… This had been the same snake who’d promised all sorts of delightful things to him in another life. He’d believed him then… Chris swallowed thickly and grabbed the glass, dreading more thinking would just make what he had to do harder. He tossed the agitated contents back, feeling them squirm along his throat like eels. The sensation was sickening enough for him to gag but the stuff warmed its way lower through his system. It refused to come out once swallowed and Chris choked back a yell as he felt them continue writhing all the way through his guts. When he locked eyes with Wesker again the man was grinning, pleased. More of those tentacles emerged and curled around his fingers as if to remind Chris what he’d just allowed inside himself.

‘Very good, pet.’    

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Piers marks Chris’ neck to make sure Finn gets the message

Piers held his scarf out to Chris, at least trying to pretend he felt bad about what he’d done but the twinkle in his eye betrayed him. The B.S.A.A. captain stared hard at him, eyebrows knotted in a frown which would have any other soldier shaking in their booths but it didn’t work on Piers and with a muttered grumble he swiped the cloth out of the lieutenant’s fingers. Chris turned and marched away without another word, knotting the neckerchief around his throat as he stomped towards the barracks, but even hanging back Piers could see the cloth would do a piss poor job of hiding the bite-marks along his neck. His marks. The younger soldier licked the top of his teeth, vividly recalling the feeling of Chris’ skin as he sank them down to brand the flesh. If he closed his lips along any of the darkening hickeys, it would be a perfect fit but it wasn’t necessary. Anyone who would see the telling splotches would immediately know he’d been the orchestrator. His and captain Redfield’s relationship was fairly common knowledge after all but Piers still felt like he needed to send a message sometimes. Wasn’t like he didn’t trust Chris, the man wasn’t that sort of guy, but it rubbed him the wrong way how some of the rookies looked after the older soldier. He could see the way their sights lingered.

The thirst was very familiar since not that long ago he’d been one of them, gluttonous gaze trailing after his captain’s ass when he was sure the man couldn’t see him openly salivating. The B.S.A.A. staff knew full well Chris was spoken for, in a manner of speaking, but the rookies sometimes got ideas and Piers couldn’t exactly go around and knock that shit out of their heads. He wanted to but he represented his captain and Chris could forgive a lot but he wouldn’t take kindly to his man getting into stupid fights because of his ass. So Piers had to find more creative ways to send his message. Most got it but one kept playing dumb or was actually dumb and it was starting to get under his skin. He knew how annoyed Chris would be when he’d wake up and discover the unmistakable love bites dotting his neck the following morning but he’d had no choice! Piers made some excuse about getting too caught up in the passion and forgot to stop but he’d been perfectly aware of his actions. He suspected Chris knew him better than to buy that shit excuse.

Piers didn’t have to search for long to find the rookie who was indirectly responsible for his actions. Finn was chatting with some of his buddies but broke away as soon as Chris entered his line of sight, just as Piers knew he would. He hung back to see how the younger man would react once he crept close enough to catch sight of the love marks and he wasn’t disappointed. Piers had never been a jealous man but there was no denying the glee he felt when he saw Finn’s silly grin dip. As if the marks weren’t telling enough, everyone on that base knew Piers’ penchant for wearing scarfs and to see one wrapped so snugly around the captain’s neck was as loud a message as a collar with his name on it. It wasn’t even as if he hated the lad but it irked him how obviously enamoured he was with Chris and as stupid as it was to think it, Chris had slept with a rookie before….He had slept with Piers…. He didn’t want to rip Finn’s heart out but he wanted the kid to stay in his lane. Maybe he was more jealous than he’d thought. But to be fair, he’d never been as infatuated with anyone as completely as he was with Chris.

When he watched the lust drunk gazes of the others he had the urge to jump Chris right then and there and mount him for all to see. He thought about that unsettling fantasy sometimes… Fucking Chris for all to see, his cock dragging through him so good the man wouldn’t even care how many of his men were watching the show. It was vile and disturbing and festering in the recesses of his mind. Naturally he’d never do something like that but sometimes he indulged the dark thoughts. He wondered if Finn’s face would crumble like it did now, wide eyes fixed on his idol moaning another man’s name because his ass was getting rammed so fucking well. Piers wanted to hold his hurt gaze as he’d make Chris cum, his name a broken string of syllables on the tip of his tongue. He’d never admit it, but Piers had nutted a few times with those thoughts reeling inside his brain. Even now, seeing the hint of hurt crease Finn’s boyish features as his excited skips faltered the closer he got to Chris made something vile turn approvingly inside him.

Piers sundered over to his captain, walking past the other to stand by the older man’s side. He could feel Finn’s eyes on his back and he not so accidentally brushed his arm against Chris’. The captain didn’t seem to notice but Piers knew Finn would. He’d see the proximity of their skin contact for what it was. Intimacy. When he casually glanced over his shoulder, Finn was nowhere in sight. The lad must have slinked away. Without stopping to greet his captain? Piers didn’t bother containing his triumphant smirk.

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Piers and Chris suggest Jake should join them in bed

Jake groaned as he sunk further inside the melting heat, the tunnel of muscles throbbing and swallowing around his cock with such delicious friction he had to lean back as he rode the intense pleasure. Piers’ solid mass was right there for him to lean up against and he rested his head on the other man’s shoulder, rolling to the side to catch the waiting mouth. The sniper’s hands were on his hips, guiding him to keep inching forwards until his balls were pressed flush against Chris’ rim. The older man felt so fucking good. Jake sucked on Piers’ tongue just to keep from moaning his embarrassingly loud delight. While he took the second to settle just to keep himself from creaming Chris’ tight hole before the fucking even began in earnest, Piers’ hands caressed up over his belly and chest, pinching and groping at well-developed groups of muscle and getting the youth to tremble between the two soldiers.

Who would have guessed the couple was so freaky? When Piers suggested he should join them in bed, Jake could be excused for laughing it off. The idea was so casually presented too, over a couple of rounds at the bar and he’d fully chucked up the words to the alcohol. It made sense to him a goodie-goodie like the B.S.A.A. puppy couldn’t hold his liquor… But then Chris echoed the thought from across the table, heavy brown eyes boring into Jake’s and that man was as sober as a judge. He recalled scoffing, thinking they were taking the piss. Everyone on that base knew the two were a thing and yeah sure, Jake wasn’t as knowledgeable in all that experimental shit but the two really didn’t strike him as the adventurous types. If he had to call the agents anything, it’d be boring. That had been an erroneous assumption on his behalf...

It was in his nature to let his cockiness lead him and he was determined to call them out on their stupid bluff. But then they got to Redfield’s place and the two started undressing and bit by bit the smirk on his face began dipping. Jake recalled taking a hesitant step back when Piers reached for him, shit all too real all of a sudden but the sniper had been gentle. He’d coaxed Jake back with promises of sweet filth and reassuring platitudes. When he walked between the two and let them undress him, lips and fingers touching places of his body very few had in the past, his inexperience must have shown. Of course he was unsure of how to act! Between growing up fighting for every coin he could get his fingers on and becoming a full-time caretaker of his chronically ill mother, shocker he’d been a little preoccupied by other shit and matters of his dick were not a priority. He’d done some stuff but it’d been some quick, disappointing fucks and it really hadn’t done much for him so he hadn’t bothered wasting his precious time to chase tail further. How the fuck was he to know he’d one day be making weird whiney noises between two men?!

Piers’ pelvis was pressed flush against his ass and the length of him was impossible to miss pulsating up along the cleft of his ass. It made Jake shiver. He wouldn’t have known it but he really didn’t mind the idea of that dick ramming into him. Hell, the night was young and from the way the puppy was rubbing up and down to leave a cummy trail on his skin, Jake doubted he was the only one hoping for more before the sunrise. For now though Piers returned to encouraging Jake to move his hips back and forth, guiding him into increasing his tempo and practically using Jake to fuck his older lover. The merc glanced at Chris to find him groaning, brows furrowed and eyes so lust blown they might be mistaken for black, staring back at him. He could see why the puppy was so quick to follow the burly soldier’s tail… Jake whined when one of the hands roamed up to pinch at his nipples, making his hips reflexively stutter and jerk forwards to Chris’ apparent approval. Piers was doing less and less of the leading as Jake got closer and closer to cumming. He was definitely showing a lack of stamina but fuck if that mattered when his eyes began rolling. He’d feel hissy around anyone else potentially finding gaps in his lacking façade but he felt oddly comfortable getting swept up with those two. Maybe when he wasn’t panting and groaning he’d consider the oddness of that almost alien feeling.

Piers licked and kissed the shell of his ear, hotly whispering words of praise as Jake’s body moved by its own volition in its mad race to climax. He didn’t catch most of what the puppy blabbered but his voice was doing some weird, gooey shit to his brain and he needed to get that mouth back on his immediately. His tongue was uncoordinated and disoriented but it didn’t seem to bother the sniper, nor the wet pants against his mouth. There really wasn’t any one thing which pushed him over the edge. It was all one big mess of overstimulation and he felt his body tense. Jake obviously nutted before but this felt new… He didn’t want the mind numbing haze of bliss to lift, even as his limbs lost some of their strength. Thankfully the sniper was there again to push him through, letting Chris’ ass suck him dry until he was moaning brainlessly against Piers’ chest. Soft kisses were peppered down his neck but he wasn’t ignorant to the way the cock still firmly twitching between his cheeks vied for his attention. He found both pairs of eyes searching for his hooded glance and he knew one round wasn’t anywhere near enough to satisfy the three of them…   

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Jake gets loud during sex and he’s very emotional

Piers had to clamp his hand over Jake’s mouth and keep it there. The room still echoed with his muffled voice and despite knowing it was definitely being overheard by others, he couldn’t slow down the rapid-fire of his thrusting hips. Jake felt too good. Too tight and hot around his cock and he pressed his face against the nape of the other’s neck to drown in his sweaty musk. Jake was meeting his thrusts with his avaricious hip bucks, getting Piers to screw in as deep as he would go. Their sex had been wild from day one, at first fuelled by pretend irritation but quickly replaced by what it actually was. They were drawn to one another by some primal need. Everything about Jake was raw and he’d made the first move. He’d never been one to slow down because others couldn’t keep up.

Piers grazed his teeth along the tender skin when he felt wetness run over his fingers. He knew what it was. Jake was crying. It’d freaked him out the first time it happened but now it was normal. He should have guessed someone as touch starved as the merc would come undone but to be shown such vulnerability was an immense show of trust. Naturally Jake got frustrated at his own lack of composure and swore Piers off for a few weeks but then he returned back and they fucked like animals until Jake came undone all over again. He was loud and needy and hungry for acceptance. Pierce was almost proud to fill that gaping void but they never talked about it. Jake wasn’t ready to use his words yet. When he was feeling lonely he’d wind up at Piers’ door like some lost kitten. They rarely spoke without it somehow ending up in an argument but Piers saw through all of that now. Jake let him see him at his most defenceless but he understood why Jake communicated by picking fights. The twisted boy was too used to being on the defensive and he’d just have to let Jake come out of his shell bit by bit, at his own crawling pace.

‘Shhh… Jake, keep it down a little.’ Piers whispered hotly against the side of Jake’s jaw, fucking the lad through his climax. The other soldiers would tease and mock him for his whining the next day. Again. With how loud Jake got it was inevitable. Piers didn’t care really and he didn’t blow Jake’s secret. He wasn’t the loud one but who would readily guess between the two of them Jake was the one taking it up the ass? With his attitude, who would dare ask? It didn’t help that Jake would just shrug sheepishly at Piers when the others teased, a lost little glint in his eyes. So Piers let them think whatever they wanted. Still, it wasn’t something he looked forwards to.

‘…sorry.’ Jake rarely if ever apologised but he must have been in an especially soft mood as he wrapped himself around the soldier in a tangled mass of sweaty limbs.

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Piers covers for Jake

Piers rolls his eyes at the snickers. He’d always had an easy time getting along with the younger recruits and even after his promotion to lieutenant, his men continued feeling at ease around him. He liked it that way. Piers always found loyalty bread from respect rather than fear lasted longer. This also meant they were more careless with their comments around him but Piers didn’t mind. He could take some teasing. Even if it involved his sex life…

‘Really wouldn’t have taken you for a crier Nivans.’ The man flashed him a toothy grin and Piers groaned. He liked this guy and shrugged as if there was no helping it which was taken as an admittance of sorts. The man began laughing but Piers’ attention was drawn to the figure leaning casually against a shady wall. He looked like he couldn’t be less bothered by the happenings around him but Piers knew better. Jake could fool everyone else but he couldn’t fool him.

The merc had lingered around the base to donate more blood but that was another thinly veiled deception. Jake kept returning, not simply out of the goodness of his heart, but because Piers was there. And he’d paw at his door until the sniper would let him in like the stray he was. And they’d fuck from dusk till dawn. And Jake would get loud and cry, icy shell melting at the accepting touch of Pier’s care. Every time they fucked and his voice carried, Piers knew the other soldiers would snicker and made snide remarks the following day. He knew Jake would be a tight ball of anxiety for reasons only he understood and Piers would let the other B.S.A.A. men think he was the loud one. He’d shrug and silently imply he was the one who shook and cried. It didn’t bother him as long as the guys didn’t push it.

Piers caught Jake’s gaze and held it long enough for the redhead to understand his secrets were safe. With Piers, he was safe.

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Chris needs Pier’s pups

Piers could smell the pheromone flood from a mile. He pulled his scarf up over his nose but it didn’t help all that much, not when Chris’ omega scent was this overwhelming. His captain was on leave for his heat cycle and it really shouldn’t have been a problem, just like every other cycle before, but this time there was a problem. He’d seen the reports in the news about a major pharmaceutical bust for counterfeiting heat suppressants and he’d immediately felt a nagging sense of worry for his superior. Most of the pills were perfectly fine but among them there were some duds and he had no reason to suspect Chris had been one of the unfortunates to purchase the inactive medicine but still… He’d felt compelled to check. When Chris didn’t reply to his dozen messages he started getting worried. It wasn’t like him and Piers couldn’t let it go so he’d settled on a check-in after work. Best case, he’d stay and have a cup of tea with his cap while Chris would no doubt try to get him to talk about work because the man didn’t know how to switch off. Worst case….Piers was fairly certain he’ll have to figure that one out as he quickened his step to reach Christopher Redfield’s quarters. Thank goodness, the man had enough status to request a remote lodging where he could be left unbothered. With how strong his scent was, he wouldn’t have been surprised if a bunch of soldiers hadn’t stormed the place to have their way with the needy omega.

He reached the door and twisted the knob, heart sinking all the way to the floor when he found it unlocked. To think the other man had left himself so defenceless while waving a giant red flag for free fucks was egregious to him. He pressed the cloth to his nose harder and started breathing through his mouth as he let himself in. Piers called out the other man’s name but heard nothing back. Well, that wasn’t true. He distinctly picked up on a deluge of noises, all very salacious in nature. When he made his way to the bedroom he wasn’t at all surprised to find Chris in the state he was in. He was still rooted to the spot regardless, his hand falling by his side and loosening the scarf around his nose. He held a bag of extra suppressants in the other and he crinkled the paper as he stared in mute petrification at the bed. The other man was obviously going through an especially powerful heat. Piers wasn’t an omega but he’d heard the heat was extra intense if someone who regularly suppressed it suddenly interrupted the medication. He’d heard it get described to withdrawals and from how Chris was feverishly shoving his fingers inside himself and stroking his cock like he planned to tear it off, he could believe it. The older man was thrusting his hips up into the air, seeking anything to rut against, mouth open and tongue lolling out with drool running down the side of his neck. He was mostly naked except for the tattered shirt pieces plastered by sweat to his shoulders and chest. Piers reckoned the man had been so desperate to get rid of it he’d opted for ripping the material rather than retaining enough sense to take it off properly. He could smell the sharp, sour scent of his sweat leaving large damp patches on the destroyed tee.

‘Captain…’ Piers hadn’t realised he’d been approaching the bed until his thigh hit the frame. He was there to deliver medicine for the man not to stare at the flow of sleek running out his sloppy hole as he fingered himself so roughly it would make anyone other than an omega wince. From the suspicious puddles all over the sheets, Piers reckoned Chris must have cummed a number of times. The stamina of an omega in heat was something else. His alpha genes were reacting with naked hunger as he watched the pelvis thrust up into the strangling fist. Chris fluttered his eyelids open and rolled his delirious eyes to find the source of the voice. He didn’t stop his hands as he noticed Piers. If anything, he jerked them with renewed vigour and the sniper swallowed back the gathered waters threatening to drool over.

‘Breed me…Fuck me…Please…I want your cock in me…. Please….’ Piers never heard Chris sound like that. The desperation was twisting his guts into knots. From the way he whined and blindly moved his eyes about, Piers doubted Chris was in the state of mind to even recognise who was standing before him. He could have been anyone but Chris’ heat was reacting to his alpha pheromones. It was so clear the soldier was not in his right mind. He had no idea what the fuck he was saying and what he was asking of his lieutenant, if he even registered that much. Piers cock was straining so hard against the metal of his zipper it was starting to ache. At this point he wasn’t even sure if the medicine would do anything but he had to try… He couldn’t leave the other man in this state. He tried to get through to the other soldier again.

‘Chris…I brought some suppressants…’ Piers held out the bag as if it’d magically make everything better. Chris’ eyes briefly darted to it before lightly touching on the younger soldier’s face. He didn’t seem to have heard or understood. Maybe he didn’t care. With a longsuffering whine he twisted his body on his belly and presented his ass for the taking. From where Piers was standing, he had a perfect view of the greedy pink hole, opening and closing on empty air now that the fingers were gone. Piers dropped the bag from his slackened fingers. The naturally producing lubricant secreting from the omega was leaving a tantalising trail down the soft skin of his perineum and drawing Piers’ gaze to the heavy hang of Chris’ full balls. Their content was overflowing, leaking in an almost uninterrupted string of pre. Piers could smell it so clearly and he salivated to taste it. He wanted to swallow down the flavour of this man with a lust he’d never experienced before.

 ‘Fill me with your pups…’ Piers had a strong will but even he had a limit. In his haste to remove his uniform he nearly did the same as Chris but he managed to yank his shirt over his head instead of ruining it. He’d wanted to fuck his captain since the very moment he’d seen him. When he’d found out captain Redfield was an omega, he recalled the intense desire to mate him. He hadn’t planned for this to be how their relationship started however… It wasn’t right. Chris was so delirious it was borderline unethical to take advantage of him and still he crawled behind the man and guided his stiff dick to the gaping anus. Thoughts of morality and crossing lines got knocked right out of his mind as he sunk inside the phenomenal heat. Even before he was fully in, Chris was bucking his hips back to get the cock deeper in. He hugged and squeezed it like he was determined to milk Piers for every drop he had to give. Piers slammed his hips back and forth, groaning at the loud slap of the ass cheeks against his belly. Even if he wasn’t so bricked up for his captain, it was a miracle he didn’t cream his pants on a normal day every time he basked in his presence. Piers’ brain was pickled in pheromones. He came so fucking fast it would normally make him embarrassed but right now he was a slave to his animal urge to breed this beautiful omega begging for his pups in broken sobs.

His knot swelled to cork any of his seed from spilling out. It stretched the muscle of Chris’ rim wide to fit in. Chris didn’t seem satisfied to sit and wait for the cum to fill him up however, he continued trying to move his hips back into Piers’, despite the knot getting stuck. Piers groaned and hissed, feeling the pain of his tender nerves protest as Chris sought to pull out. His dominating genes took over and he shoved the other man into the pillow, holding his head down with an arm while he closed his jaws firmly around the nape of his neck. The teeth weren’t sinking deep enough to mark the other as a mate but the nip was meant to sting. He growled and held Chris down who whined but stopped his trashing. Piers’ lungs were full of the omega’s scent, the flow all the stronger with his nose buried in matted clumps of damp hair. His drive to procreate was strong and he wound a hand to press it against Chris’ belly. He thought of his seed getting gobbled up by the other man and the belly he was rubbing ripening with it. He snarled possessively again and emptied more into the shaking soldier.

When the knot subsided and he straightened up, Chris was right back to fucking himself onto his cock. Thankfully, his alpha genes were made by nature to match an omega’s insatiable thirst. He was hard and ready to spill more into the debouched captain. Piers would fill him up until Chris was brimming. He’d spill load after load into him until his belly overflowed, knot or no. This night and every night after, he’d breed Chris until he was satisfied and got their precious pups growing inside him. Chris Redfield was his. His mate. Only his. 

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Chris is too old to keep up with Piers’ stamina sometimes

‘Chris? Are you serious?’ Piers couldn’t believe him. It wasn’t as if he didn’t understand the sheer exhaustion which clearly took its toll on both of them but to actually fall asleep while he was balls deep inside, was just a whole other level of fatigue. In Chris’ defence, he had warned his randy lieutenant this might happen. The mission they’d just successfully, but barely, managed to complete had taken everything out of them.

Piers was ready to pass out on his feet himself but one thing led to another and that other thing led to the bedroom. As things so often happened when they were riding the high of success and needed the reassurance of each other’s warmth, they’d gravitated to one another’s ready embrace and of course they weren’t going to be satisfied with a few light touches. Of course they’d end up naked under the sheets, finding reserves of energy which always seemed to remain untapped for horny purposes. Of course Piers had forgotten all about his exhaustion when he had Chris spread on his back, legs open and hands fisting the sheets. He might have gotten lost in the sheer undeniable pleasure of feeling the other man so perfectly squeeze around him and maybe he hadn’t realized how drained his captain actually was. The splash of cum across his abdomen told Piers the other already came, sans the usual satisfied noises. He must have knocked out right then and there and Piers could only stare in genuine befuddlement.

His dick was so hard it was edging on the side of painful and having to still so suddenly, when he was so fucking close he could feel the squeeze of cum get eked from his balls, was akin to torture. Chris said it was ok to keep going but it seemed a little… Piers wasn’t sure if he’d actually meant it. He bit his lip, eyes lust drunk and glazed, the seconds he spent contemplating dragging by as slowly as hours. He called out to Chris again but the man still didn’t answer. Maybe he should shake him awake? But if fucking hadn’t roused him, Piers was doubtful a gentle shove would do the trick. The right thing to do would be to stop, finish himself off with his hand and hopefully have a better time in the morning. Piers held too much respect for the other man not to do so. He leaned over Chris’ frame, getting close enough to confirm the obvious. His breathing was steady and peaceful and Piers couldn’t be more disappointed. The tiny drag of his dick was enough to get his stimulated glands to light up and his hips gave an involuntary jerk. He groaned and fluttered his eyelids closed briefly. Chris’ body felt so fucking good and he was so close… Maybe, just this once, considering his captain gave his consent, it wouldn’t be so egregious to keep going?...

While Piers’ brain was taking its sweet time coming to a conclusion, his body couldn’t bear to hold back any longer. His pelvis stuttered forward, fully sheathing his cock in the loosened heat like it so desperately desired. Piers licked his lips and began setting a shallow thrust rhythm, a little afraid of waking Chris up now that he’d committed to taking advantage of his unconscious body. The soldier got close enough to breathe in the sweaty, masculine scent of him, all smoke and gunpowder, while his fingers reached to mess with the cooling puddle of spunk between them. It always reeved him up when he knew he’d fucked the older man good enough for him to climax from ass alone. He knew Chris so fucking well, inside and out. He could finger every groove and notch of him as well as his rifle. Piers wished he could listen to Chris’ gruff moans as he touched all the nerves he’d worked so hard to commit to memory but he had to settle for the man’s faint snores. Piers traced his palm up to feel the damp curls of the dark chest hair, unaware he was dragging the cum trails up along the body.  

He mouthed Chris’ name, a breathy whisper against the pulse of his throat and rutted his hips with more urgency. Piers could feel the soft outline of the captain’s cock getting massaged between their bellies and he reached to hold it. He didn’t work to rouse it up but he wanted to feel the familiar, soft skin of it between his fingers. His mindless panting sounded so loud to his ears but Chris never stirred. He wanted to kiss the other man’s chapped lips and suck on his nicotine coated tongue but held back, settling on nuzzling the angle of his jawbone instead. While resting his full weight on the battle scarred shoulder, Piers shoved his hand down to grab at his tender balls. He pulled out and thrust into his waiting fist, rubbing his throbbing length against the cum stained penis underneath. Piers rubbed back and forth a few times and he was gasping a muted noise of ecstasy right against the rough, unshaven stubble of Chris’ jaw, hot seed drizzling between his fingers as he juiced the full load out his sack.  

The spunk between them was sticky and messy but it was really hard to give a rat’s ass. Piers was already draped so comfortably against the warm mass of Chris’ tough body and the momentarily ignored fatigue barrelled into him with a vengeance. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.