A/N: I'm not even going to lie. This was just an excuse to try my hand at any sort of smut (first time trying the [good] nasties, whoo~), so naturally, I went with my OTP, Nivanfield. Granted, I'd normally prefer to reverse the dom/sub roles, but hey, everyone needs a change now and again and the muse for this one just kind of hit me. I'm also a bit of a glutton for this pairing in any way, shape or form. I know the general idea isn't exactly original, so apologies for that, but again it was more or less a test run and drunk!Chris isn't hard to roll with (although 99.6% of the time he's an asshole in that state) . Er, well, this is also a bit of an apology fic for taking so long to update my other Nivanfield story, sorry guys! I'm working on it!

Incase you didn't get it from the above paragraph OR the summary, yes, this involves detailed m/m content, so please turn back now if you don't like that sort of thing. This will probably end up being a two shot, I already have ideas for a second part.

Another night out had a similar result to all the times prior; the B.S.A.A. unit had gone for drinks, which many of them had too much of. That left them scrambling to go home on unsteady legs or with disgruntled family or friends. This time around, even the Captain had overdone it to the extent that Piers had to practically carry the man's weight to and out of the car - no easy feat in the least.

As it was, they'd just started up the walkway to the Captain's housing; nothing too big or glorious, more or less it was something that posed as just enough to get by outside of work, with little to no luxuries. Simplicity.

The movements were slow, a staggering, unsteady walk up the pathway that had the sniper grunting. One of the Captain's arms had been thrown over his shoulders for support as the older man practically leaned all his weight onto him. The second Piers had managed to open the front door with more difficulty than necessary, the two of them scrambled through to the inside and nearly toppled over as Chris had chosen that time as the perfect moment to stop his feet from moving all together.

Piers shot him a mildly annoyed look that went unnoticed as the older man had his head lowered. "Captain?"

The was an inquiring hum that indicated he'd heard. Chris offered the sniper a brief side glance from half lidded eyes.

"The bedroom, Captain."

"Down the hall," Chris swallowed, "To the right." Surprisingly enough for the amount he'd drank, the words didn't hold much of a slur.

Piers tried again, slowly nudging the Captain alongside him until his legs started to move with him. It wasn't much farther, maybe a dozen more steps down the way and then however many more it took to reach the bed.

Chris stumbled a few times, his weight nearly overbearing enough to pull the ace off his feet and send them both crashing to the floor. By some miracle, Piers had managed to keep them both relatively stable until they'd reached their destination and he assisted the older man into a position on the mattress, only to be prevented from coaxing him into laying down when Chris started to clutch at the edges of his shirt, clumsily.

"Captain-"

"It's hot, Piers. Help me get this off."

Right. Piers did as requested with little reluctance and moderate annoyance, grasping a hold of the fabric to hoist it above his superior's head and toss it aside over a chair nearby. By the time he turned back around, Chris had collapsed onto his back with his body hung partially off the side of the bed, too exhausted to bother relocating on his own. His eyes were closed, small strands of hair clinging to his forehead all in thanks to the heat from the variety of drinks he'd downed for the better portion of the afternoon earlier that night.

Piers sighed with hands outstretched, fingers curled around limp legs to lift them over the edge of the bed and onto it so the owner could relax more comfortably and not be in any real risk of actually falling off the mattress. Once he adjusted Chris' positioning and moved to pull away, he paused as his eyes scrolled over the strong body. He was so used to seeing the other man in control, always at the ready and sprouting out a variety of commands. But here, he was so much more relaxed than the sniper had ever seen him.

He was vulnerable.

Beads of sweat glistened in the dimly lit room, shimmering deliciously over the impressive dips of muscle that adorned his torso. It was nearly enough to make the sniper's mouth water with the sudden urge to lap up those salty liquid bulbs. A sudden warmth spread over him at the thought, and the growing stir in the confines of his fatigues was becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

In the end, Piers couldn't help himself. He'd waited such a long time for the opportunity to get so close to the man he adored and would die for. He spent all the times he could out on the field keeping an eye on him; maybe he was overprotective, maybe he was possessive. Maybe the two walked hand-in-hand. But the moment he first met the man, he had sworn he would keep him safe.

Piers lowered himself down onto the side of the bed next to Chris and reached a hand toward those perfectly formed grooves of muscle around the navel, the contact of skin on skin friction caused a small gasp to emanate from the slightly parted lips of the man below him. Brown eyes fluttered, trying to observe the cause of the sensation in his tired state.

"Relax, Captain." The tone was quiet, soft. Much more out of character for the younger man, which didn't go unnoticed. Although his vision was blurred, Chris gazed curiously in his direction as the other hand joined the first to trace smooth motions over the beautifully sculpted form.

Piers heard the hitch in the Captain's breathing, but no move was ever made to stop him as his fingers started to trail upwards in a slow dance that made the skin under them tingle. Eventually, padded fingers made their way up to greet already swollen nipples, massaging the hard nubs momentarily before giving each a soft tweak that made the Captain jump slightly at the feeling, a quiet groan tickled the back of his throat. "P-Piers..." The name wasn't spoken harsh or disapproving, more tender and encouraging in his weakened daze as his head lulled back against the pillow.

Piers leaned forward, mouth descending onto the exposed neck to lap greedily at the salty wet skin, eliciting another groan, which he returned in kind with one of his own at the taste that washed over the buds of his tongue.

He knew he shouldn't be doing what he was, he knew it was wrong. But Chris had been so accepting and willing thus far, even if it could be blamed on the drinks still clouding his head. It was enough though, and for the first time, Piers allowed his resolve to crumble and give in. Everything he wanted, everything he fought for was there beneath him, right where he was always meant to be. Even if the situation came with consequences, he'd face them and gladly; if it was just for one night of perfection.

His mouth started to move, seeking out the formation of the strong jugular it was latched to, trailing downward to where it met shoulderblades and chestbone.

The Captain's eyes had long since fell closed at the variety of pulsing sensations that lulled him into a willing stupor where he could simply relax and the only thing there was to focus on were all the things being done to him. He felt that deliciously naughty tongue slip down to join the wonderful fingers that tugged and twisted the sensitive nubs, one hand soon left it's position to be immediately replaced by the enveloping heat of the ace's mouth. Chris found himself gasping a second time, louder than the first as the actions caused a rise in his groin, still trapped under the prison of his pants.

As if he knew, with one hand freed, Piers used it to reach downward and cup a hold of the growing bulge the Captain was sprouting, fingers rubbing the area in a teasing motion that drew forth a strand of soft moans. Upon seeing his Captain in such a state, Piers felt his own arousal noticeably twitch and spasm to full growth as he simultaneously suckled softly at the exposed chest, then tugged the pink nub between his teeth.

Piers pulled away the hand that teased the second nipple to reach for the Captain's belt, having to pause the administrations of his other one halfway through to aid in removing it. The moment the buckle was undone, the button and zipper followed.

The ace pulled his mouth free from the reddened pectoral to enclose his lips over those of the man below. The reaction to it was instant, Chris welcomed the invading tongue to twine against his own and explore the saliva coated depths around it. The younger of the two wielded a possessive dominance over his superior as his hands pulled at the confining fatigues, parting their lips so he could pull them down with the boxers underneath and discard them with the shirt he'd set aside earlier.

It wasn't until then that he'd gotten to truly admire the powerfully sculpted man, perfect to him in every way. Brown eyes were open again, staring down in aroused anticipation. He was much too exhausted to let confusion or surprise get in the way. Piers met those wandering eyes with his own, crawling back up for another kiss, much softer than the first. "You're perfect, Captain. I wouldn't change a thing about you." It was a quiet admission, more of a whisper than anything that barely reached his ears. But Chris had heard it all, every softly spoken word and the meanings behind them. Even in his current state of mind, it meant more than he could ever say.

"Are you-"

"Don't stop."

Piers paused for a moment, still watching those dark pools that stared back. "You're sure about this?" He may have been the one to get them as far as they were, but he had to be sure that Chris was okay with it, he had to know it was what he wanted as much as it was what Piers needed.

"Keep going, Piers. Please."

That was all it took for the younger man to part the muscled legs and reposition himself between them. He was still fully dressed, but removing the fabrics would take more time and although he hated to admit it, he had never been as desperate as he felt right then. He finally had Chris here; willing, wanting. He could finally claim what was his own, and he didn't want to create any more delays.

He brought two fingers to his mouth, suckling until they were slick before pulling them out with an audible pop, then he brought them to rest between the older man's legs, stroking circles around the small entrance, too tight to have ever been used in such a way previously.

"You've never done this before," He voiced his thoughts.

Chris shook his head, "Not this way."

Piers raised a brow, "First time being bottom?"

"First time with a guy," Chris corrected.

Piers seemed to consider the words, before a small curl etched around the corners of his lips. It was a rare thing to see from him, but hearing the admission and having the realization that the situation was potentially more intimate than he'd first thought, to say he felt a sense of joy was an understatement.

"It'll sting at first." Piers warned, waiting to be sure Chris was still okay with progressing things. A nod was given in the form of a reply, and the younger man didn't hesitate. One saliva coated finger slipped in the tight hole alone at first, and he kept his eyes on his Captain's features with each movement, waiting for the first sign of displeasure or discomfort as he rotated the digit in tiny circles. It wasn't until the second one slipped in that Chris grunted, clearly unused to the feeling even after being warned about the resulting stinging sensation.

"Relax, tensing up will only make it worse." There was an audible groan from Chris, a mixture between the odd feeling inside his lower regions, and annoyance at having to force his body to stop itself from naturally clenching down on the unknown. His breathing was heavier, uncontrolled as the fingers inside him twisted and stretched. "Focus on your breathing, keep it steady and look at me." The older man did as instructed, eyes seeking out the ace's as he timed his breathing, subconsciously knocking the stinging feeling closer to the back of his mind.

"Good," He pulled the invading fingers free from the tight space to fumble at his belt and zipper, his hands removing his length from the confines as the fabric was pushed below his hips. He spit in an open palm, using the saliva again as lubrication to lather across his aching cock. He inhaled at the sensation before guiding himself toward the puckered entrance, aligning his head just outside the tender hole where he again paused.

"This is going to hurt until you adjust." Another warning, "It'll be a lot worse than the stinging you just felt. You're still sure about this?"

"Just do it, Piers."

Piers waited a brief moment, searching those dark depths for a reassurance before he gripped a hold of sculpted hips and started to edge himself in, the head of his cock slowly beginning to stretch the ring of muscle much more extensively than his fingers had. "Shit!" Chris clutched tight to the bed sheets, meaty fists grabbed handfuls of the fabric as his head was thrown back, loud grunts stirring from his throat the deeper his A.T.L. pushed inside. Piers forced the head of his cock completely into the tight heat, gradually edging the rest of his length in behind it until he was fully passed the twitching sphincter. Chris could feel his entrance being painfully torn open. He was a soldier, built and bred to be prone to pain and as durable as they come, but this was something more invasive than any gunshot wound. He nearly screamed as he was slowly impaled, body tense and restricting around the unknown and out of place organ that thrusted itself where no one had been before.

"You still have to, nngh, stay relaxed." Piers reminded the older man above the string of curses he was eliciting as he buried himself to the hilt, balls flush against the muscled ass that swallowed him whole. He groaned at the feeling of being consumed, hands rubbing rhythmic circles around the older man's thighs to try and comfort him.

He waited until the noises from Chris died down a bit before moving, causing a painful hiss to rise from the other man. Piers removed one of his hands to grasp his lover's cock, thumb stroking over the slit before pumping a rhythm in tune with his thrusts. What control Chris had over his breathing previously melted away as the dual sensation of pain and building pleasure rolled over him in waves. Agonized grunts started to dissipate into soft moans as the hand at his groin stroked him to full hardness, his ass muscles started to loosen and accommodate the thick girth that pressed into his depths.

Piers sped up his movements, the resounding slap of flesh on flesh filled the room each time his cock was engulfed by the twitching hole he pounded himself into. It was getting easier to slip inside with each thrust of his hips, the stretching heat had become much more welcoming as the muscles started to relax. The walls still hugged over his length each time it reentered, wrapping the aching cock within the confines that heated the skin with each movement.

It didn't take long before he found the bundle of nerves that had Chris arching off the bed with an outcry. Piers never missed his target after finding it, continuously hammering his cock against the sensitive area as his hand quickened its strokes, causing beads of precum to slip through the slit and drip over his hand the harder he pumped his lover's shaft.

Chris was a mess of sweaty, moaning, writhing wails unlike Piers had ever seen before, and the sight drove him a special kind of crazy knowing he was the one to cause it. Another direct hit to the prostate had the Captain thrusting his own body against the pace he'd built. He felt the ring of muscle bite down on his shaft, pleasurably squeezing the organ nearly enough to drive him over the edge. He buried himself again balls deep and rotated his hips, massaging the prostate with the head of his cock. Chris rolled his eyes to the back of his head, breaths coming out in heavy pants as he felt the building arousal, so close to his breaking point.

Piers drew back, pausing there for a moment before thrusting back in forcefully, eliciting a lengthy moan from the other man as shots of cum oozed out from the shaft his fingers held themselves around, jerking in fast strokes that milked Chris of all he had to offer. The orgasm had his hole tightening around the invasive member until it swallowed the length in a grip which had Piers leaking his own spurt of fluids that released inside the Captain's bowels. He groaned, riding out the remnants of the climax until he too was spent.

The young ace pulled himself out, shuddering softly at the sudden gust of cool air against his still sensitive shaft as he slipped it back into the confines of his clothes, then slid off to the other side of the bed next to Chris. He reached a hand out to comb through the sweaty brown locks and craned his neck forward for a last kiss that the other man was quick to respond to.

"Get some sleep," It was the first thing either of them said afterwards, "You need the rest after tonight."

Chris didn't say anything, but gazed up at him with a hazy gleam in his eyes before he rested his head against the younger man's chest comfortably and exhaled with content. Piers smiled softly at the sight of his Captain curled up like a teddy bear to his side before shaking his head and leaning back. He'd stay for a while. He didn't think he had it in him to leave just yet.